At the end of the auction, just as Qiao Xiaon'an was about to get up, she noticed that Amo was no longer sitting in the elegant room on the second floor. Turning around, she saw him walking towards her, looking as calm and wise as ever.
It was not until he walked up to her that he casually put his hands in his pockets. "Qiaoqiao, let's go home."
"Okay." Qiao Xiaon'an glanced at her phone. It was already past work hours. She then turned her head to look at Chu Nantian, her eyes filled with indifference. "Mr. Chu, I'll be leaving first."
Many familiar faces from the business world had come to congratulate Chu Nantian, but he didn't feel happy at all. "An'an..." He wanted to reach out and hold her hand, but it didn't seem appropriate anymore. He clenched his fists and let them hang by his side. "There's a dinner with Director Chen tonight. Come with us."
Qiao Xiaon'an said, "Don't you know it's already past work hours?"
Chu Nantian: "..."