Suspicious Hao Huizhong

"Han Qing Qing, who are you talking with on the phone?"

She stopped talking as fear gripped her heart like a kid caught stealing.

Ever slowly, she turned her head to the side where the owner of the voice was.

Her eyes met with a pair of brown orbs staring intently at her as though his eyes could see into her soul. 

"And what document are you taking over?" Hao Huizhong questioned her for the second time. 

Like the professional that she was, Han Qing Qing quickly masked her surprise and replaced it with a pleasant smile as she placed her right hand over the mouth piece of the phone she was holding to her left ear. 

"Morning sir, I am talking with a client right now. It is a small business deal. So I was going out to lunch to meet the person and possibly talk about how it would benefit our company on a long or short term basis," Han Qing Qing explained.