Watching An Yiqing being cornered by the newly married deputy director of the company's finance department for a life chat, Horan and Bob exchanged a smile. Perhaps what they needed was just such a leader.
...
One day, An Yiqing was flipping through documents at the Xuanjin Yulong Headquarters when her phone suddenly rang.
Seeing the name on the screen, An Yiqing raised an eyebrow, a flash of surprise in her eyes. How did she have time to call herself?
"Hello?"
As soon as she spoke, there came a somewhat frustrated voice through the receiver.
"If I don't call you, you wouldn't even think of calling me, would you? It's been a month, not a single call from you! Are you looking to die!"
An Yiqing put down the files in her hand, a warm smile appearing on her lips, "Grandpa Nan said you were in seclusion for a month, why would I call you? Just to listen to ringtones?"
Nan Tian snorted disapprovingly, "Aren't you afraid I might go crazy during my seclusion?"
