Qiao Zhiyi was still struggling, and during her hesitation, Zhou Zheng took a call and then handed her the mobile phone.
"The Young Master has something to say to you."
"…" Qiao Zhiyi glanced at the car behind him, took a deep breath, took the phone, and held it to her ear, "Hello."
"Do I need to come down and greet your colleagues?" The very cold and drifting voice made Qiao Zhiyi instantly feel a chill shoot up from the soles of her feet, all the way to her forehead.
She smiled uglier than if she were crying, "No need, I'll be right there."
After hanging up, she gave the phone back to Zhou Zheng, composed herself, turned around, and said to her colleagues, "Sorry, I have to go back."
Director Tong nodded, "Go ahead."
"See you tomorrow, everyone."
Qiao Zhiyi got into the car under everyone's watchful eyes.
It wasn't until the car drove away that someone said, "This Doctor Qiao has some background, huh. She seems gentle and easy-going, but her husband seems..."