Her person was Gu Nanqiao.
Without needing to say it out loud, Gu Chaohan also knew what the final sentence implied.
Huo Jingting picked up his car keys, "It's getting late; I need to head back."
Gu Chaohan also stood up, "Where are you going at this hour?"
"To Gu Group." After saying this, he walked toward the door. In the moment he turned around, Gu Chaohan distinctly saw the hint of tenderness that shone from the depths of his eyes.
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Gu Group.
Late at night, the atmosphere was always particularly quiet, the hallway devoid of people. Huo Jingting stopped in his tracks in front of the CEO's office, peering through the narrow gap at the inside.
At the desk, Gu Nanqiao was dressed in a professional suit, patiently dealing with the mountain of paperwork, fatigue faintly visible beneath her eyelids.
"Ring Ring..." The phone at the corner of the desk suddenly broke the night's silence.