He Feels Sorry for Her (3)

The temperature dropped, but Qiao Lian wasn't wearing enough layers today.

She stood on the pavement near the hotel, stomping her feet and blowing into the air. She also looked at her phone from time to time.

It was just noon, the sky was grey and it was drizzling. She was freezing.

The banquet only started in the evening, and she had just found out that it was a private small-scaled banquet.

Usually, it was hard to get any news from such banquets. The chief editor had sent her here just to torture her.

This old hag!

Qiao Lian looked around her and when she was about to find a place to rest, or order a coffee from a neighbouring cafe to warm herself up, a car stopped in front of her.

The car window was opened and it revealed Su Meimei's face. When she had arrived beside Qiao Lian, she had opened the car window with the heater on. She spoke with a smile, "Woah, our hardworking missus has started working again! That's really professional."