"Song Qingping, can you trust her?"
Lin Yan pressed the car key twice and automatically sat in the passenger seat, letting Lu Chenyuan drive.
"She probably didn't hear anything. Even if she did, it shouldn't matter. We know each other well, and she's been working with me for a while. I trust her."
Lu Chenyuan thought about mentioning Song Qingping and Xiang Qingyuan to Lin Yan, but seeing her mood, he decided not to bring it up.
He rarely wanted to bring up her childhood friend with her; the past is the past, and who doesn't have a history?
Lu Chenyuan's phone was ringing the whole way.
Looking at the dark night outside the car window, Lin Yan said, "I'm delaying your time."
Lu Chenyuan glanced at the missed calls, "Without Xi Murong around, the secretaries aren't as capable. It feels like a part of me is missing without her."
Recently, Xi Murong seemed to have vanished, and when asked, it was said she was recovering in the hospital.
