Giving a Hint
"Lin Qiao, don't you think that Wang Zhi Wei is a little strange?"
Lin Qiao was taking a lunch box for Gu Xin Ye when she heard the question. Her movement halted and Lin Qiao was looking at her friend in puzzlement. "What do you mean, a little strange?"
"I just could not understand it." Gu Xin Ye leaned back in her chair before looking at her friend again. "Recently, that old man has been giving me a lot of work, right? The projects he handed to me were all important ones."
"Isn't this is good?" Lin Qiao could still remember the phase where Gu Xin Ye was losing her interest in the company.
She came to the office lazing around, playing games, or reading online books.
Lin Qiao almost became depressed each time she saw Gu Xin Ye playing around and losing her interest. As Gu Xin Ye's friend, Lin Qiao was especially worried.