Everyone wanted to tease Ye Jiaqi, but Ye Jiaqi smiled and didn't take it to heart. He was a little uneasy.

Zhuo Yuanhang has been out for so long, why hasn't he come back yet? It's still raining outside, and it's getting late.

At nearly half past eleven, Ye Jiaqi proposed to end the dinner.

"Everyone, I'm sorry, our boss Zhuo has something to do and can't come over. I'll take everyone downstairs." Ye Jiaqi stood up.

The other party was drunk and staggering, but he didn't care about this: "Okay, Secretary Ye will send us the same thing."

Ye Jiaqi sent them downstairs to the hotel and watched their car slowly leave.

It was raining heavily outside, and water droplets were splashing on the ground. At a glance, there was a hazy mist, and even the building opposite could not be seen clearly.

One autumn rain and another cold. After the rain stopped, there was another cold wave.

The leaves rubbed the ground, making a rustling sound, and a few leaves fell at Ye Jiaqi's feet.

The broken hair around her ears was blown by the wind, and she quietly raised her head and looked at the curtain of rain. A few drops of rain fell on her face, and she took a few steps back and laughed.

The people from the oasis have left, but she is still standing in the wind, trying to wake up a little bit from her drunkenness.

My head hurts and I feel uncomfortable.

Fortunately, such social interactions were not frequent, and Zhuo Yuanhang would not drag her along every time.

Taking a long breath, Ye Jiaqi glanced at the sky, turned around and returned to the hotel.

She went back to the box to get her things.

I don’t know why, Zhuo Yuanhang hasn’t come back yet.

After she packed her bag, she was about to take out her mobile phone to call Zhuo Yuanhang, when suddenly, her mobile phone vibrated.

Huh? An unknown number.

"Hello." Ye Jiaqi rubbed his temples, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Ye Jiaqi?"

"Yes, I am Ye Jiaqi, who are you?"

"I am Secretary Zhuo Dong. Come to private room 8299. Zhuo Dong wants to see you."

Zhuo Dong? Ye Jiaqi was stunned.

She has never met Zhuo Dong.

"Can I ask what Mr. Zhuo wants from me?" Ye Jiaqi asked.

"I have no idea."

"Oh, okay, I'll go over now. Is Zhuo Dong in this hotel?"

"Yes." The answer on the other end was standard and formulaic, blunt and cold.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Jiaqi carried his bag and went out to find private room 8299.

I don’t know if it’s Zhuo Yuanhang’s fault? Why is Director Zhuo here too?

She heard that Director Zhuo was a very strict person. He usually stayed in his old home in Hong Kong and rarely came to Chicago. Even if he came, he would not be able to manage the company's affairs.

Zr used to be managed by an old subordinate of Zhuo Dong, but later that man retired and was handed over to Zhuo Yuanhang.

At that time, Zhuo Dong’s second son had not yet graduated from college.

8299 private room.

Ye Jiaqi raised his hand and knocked on the door.

A male secretary in a black suit opened the door and looked her up and down: "Are you Ye Jiaqi?"

"Yes, I am Ye Jiaqi, Vice President Zhuo's secretary."

She looked into the private room through the man. The lights inside were not very bright, and it was filled with a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol. From time to time, she could hear women's laughter.

I couldn't see anything clearly, let alone Zhuo Dong.

"Come in." The man said without a smile and led Ye Jiaqi inside.

The private room was very big and the smell of smoke was very strong.

"Ahem." Ye Jiaqi coughed twice, frowned, and looked at the sofa through the smoke.

She saw a middle-aged man wearing a white shirt and gold-rimmed glasses in the middle of the sofa. There were several smoking women sitting next to him.
Chapter completed!