A basin of ice-cold water poured down from above.
It extinguished every bit of enthusiasm and excitement.
Lin Qinqin wrapped her clothes tightly, feeling cold all over, with not a trace of warmth.
"Hello? Miss Lin, are you listening?"
Lin Qinqin looked up and swallowed her tears, "I'm listening, come pick me up."
"Alright, please wait five minutes."
After five minutes, the secretary arrived and took Lin Qinqin's luggage to the trunk.
In the president's office, Lu Yin frowned as he smoked. He could have gone to pick up Lin Qinqin himself, but after thinking it over, he sent his secretary instead.
After who knows how long, the secretary called to say Lin Qinqin had been safely delivered to her hotel.
Putting down his phone, Lu Yin got up and left.
Eight o'clock in the evening.
Lin Qinqin was alone in the hotel suite, ordering room service for dinner. A waiter brought a table full of food.
Faced with the exquisite and delicious dishes, she had no appetite.
