Concern

In the note, words of confession were written in the language of six countries with an artistic air to it.

Seeing it, Qiao Yanze tore the paper into pieces and threw it into the bin. Cen Xi saw his actions and her eyes widened slightly. "Mr Qiao, w-why did you tear up my things?"

Qiao Yanze put one hand in his pants pocket and said coldly, "Miss Cen, you're here to work, not to have fun."

"Where did you see me having fun? Besides, I have already completed my job. What I do has nothing to do with Mr Qiao!"

"Nothing?" Qiao Yanze's dark eyes narrowed. "Linda drank too much at the cocktail party. Are you able to sort out the information of the exchange meeting alone? I need it by tomorrow morning."

Cen Xi lowered her eyelashes and felt puzzled. Didn't Sister Linda know that she was here for work? Why did she drink so much at the party?

"If not, I'll talk to your director tomorrow. Such irresponsible employees are not suitable to work there."