Li Qiao went to the director's office and passed the time with casual, sporadic conversations with her godfather, Fei Zhihong.
At this time, Ye Yun was still wearing the jeans and t-shirt from the other day. Gone was her usual charming and lovely demeanor, and no one knew how long it had been since she had bathed; she looked quite disheveled.
And Li Jun, seated opposite her, was dressed in a simple blue shirt and black trousers. Although the shirt was wrinkled, it did nothing to diminish his mature and composed high-ranking official's demeanor.
Ye Yun clenched her hands upon her knees, not daring to look directly into Li Jun's eyes. Biting her lip, with an obstinate yet tender demeanor, she asked in a soft voice, "Why are you still here?"
As an official, Li Jun's every move exuded the authority of someone superior. His gaze swept over Ye Yun before he spoke with heavy irony, "After setting me up like this, did you get what you wanted?"