Zhong Qiaohui found that the only thing she could do was run, as far away as possible, pretending to know nothing.
When it came down to it, she had seen Zhang Sanfeng, her elder brother, far less often than Zhang Dapeng. As a child, Zhang Sanfeng was five years her senior, unlike Zhang Dapeng who was closer to her age and with whom she could play. Moreover, as the firstborn and heir, Zhang Sanfeng had a heavy load of duties since childhood and never had a chance to mingle and play with the other kids.
Under these circumstances, she hardly ever saw Zhang Sanfeng during her childhood. As she grew up, she never saw him at all. As for Zhang Dapeng, since hearing that he seemed to have been kidnapped and then rescued, she had never seen him again either.
The sweet memories of her first love were forever buried in Zhong Qiaohui’s heart.
Now, encountering her first love again, and seeing him struggling with his limbs as the legends said, Zhong Qiaohui fell completely silent.
She didn’t know what to say, truly didn’t.
Perhaps she had once imagined many things she would say when they met again, but when it actually happened, she couldn’t utter a single word.
Life is unpredictable.
Since they must be hungry after getting off the plane, and the people here had already had dinner, Zhan Dapeng went to get some hotel meal boxes for them.
Sister Yao held a disposable cup, poured boiling water for Fu Yubo, then filled a cup for Zhong Qiaohui.
Zhong Qiaohui held her cup of water, not moving, not speaking.
Sister Yao felt that she was really different from usual.
To those who didn’t know Zhong Qiaohui, their first impression of this young lady was that she was arrogant, indifferent, and difficult to get along with. But those who became familiar with her would find that Zhong Qiaohui was actually very straightforward and could even be described as lively and bold.
Zhong Qiaohui’s worries and troubles were all written on her face.
At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng, who was sitting there dealing with official business, spoke up, "You were sent by Gu Nuan—"
All three people paused, and then Sister Yao echoed, "Yes—"
"Don’t be nervous," Zhang Sanfeng said, turning toward Sister Yao with a smile on his lips. "I’m working on this project just like you. We’re colleagues."
Sister Yao stared at his smiling face somewhat blankly.
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Zhan Dapeng carried the meal boxes in and said to Sister Yao, "After you finish eating, go next door. Gu Nuan is waiting for you there."
"Okay," Sister Yao nodded.
Everyone watching her nod found it a bit puzzling.
Owing to her responsibilities, Sister Yao was the first one to finish eating. Then, she got up and before heading next door, she made a long-distance call to Fang Yongxing in the corridor.
Fang Yongxing wasn’t staying in the hospital anymore, not because the hospital or the company rushed him out, but simply because he always felt uncomfortable there. His injuries had largely healed, and he was able to continue his recovery at home, so he requested to leave of his own accord.
Now at home, Fang Yongxing could at least help his wife look after their children. At the same time, with plenty of spare time, he could do tasks he normally couldn’t, such as organizing old files.
Sister Yao was tasked to bring the files that Fang Yongxing had reorganized to Gu Nuan’s place. They chose not to transmit them over the internet due to security concerns; it was safer to send them in person.
"I’m about to go see her, do you have any instructions?" Sister Yao asked on the phone.
Fang Yongxing replied, "Nothing else, let her look and decide for herself. When it comes to judgement, I know I am no match for her."