"Oh..."
Nan Jiaojiao obediently fastened the seatbelt.
The sound of the buckle locking made her suddenly freeze.
She was really timid, her body reacted faster than her brain.
Wasn't she supposed to get angry?
Oh, right.
Nan Jiaojiao suddenly remembered she needed to find fault, but as soon as she looked up, Pei Dongshi directly closed the car door.
He turned around, his broad back blocking half the light coming through the window.
"Qiao Shan," Pei Dongshi handed back the files he used to hit Nan Jiaojiao to Qiao Shan, "you take the other car, bring them back to the company, and sort things out first. Meeting at 8:30 tomorrow morning."
Qiao Shan agreed, "Okay."
Pei Dongshi nodded, walked around the front of the car, and sat in the driver's seat.
As soon as he left, the elites immediately surrounded Qiao Shan, they had been holding back their curiosity for too long, and among the chaotic chatter, Qiao Shan barely heard a relatively clear sentence:
