When she got home, someone was already waiting for her at the foot of the building. He Miao recognized that person. He was Jing Yan's Secretary, Chen Zhao.
When Chen Zhao finally saw He Miao, he quickly handed over the thermos. "This is the dinner that President Jing prepared for you."
"Thank you," she said. He Miao looked at his thin body, which was shivering from the cold, and felt bad for him. "Why don't you come to my house to warm up before you leave?"
"Can I really?" Chen Zhao nodded in surprise. "Thank you, Miss He."
It was getting colder and colder outside. Even if he turned on the heater in the car, it would not help. Moreover, the car was parked a little far from the building. He was afraid of missing He Miao, so he could only wait downstairs. His hands and feet were frozen stiff.
He Miao led him into the house and poured him a cup of hot tea to warm his hands.