Mo Kai, she will work hard to give. As for Mo Xun, I hope that one day, he can also meet his own unique happiness.

Qiao An calmed down his emotions and came out of the office building where Mo Xun was located.

Opposite, across a circular fountain, is the other building Mo Xun just mentioned, the building where Mo Kai is located.

Qiao An has been here before and knows exactly where Mo Kai's office is.

It was just working hours and there was no suitable reason. Wouldn't it be too inappropriate to go to him in such a grand manner... Besides, this morning, Mo Kai's face didn't seem to be good.

Qiao An stayed where he was, thinking about everything. The more he cared about someone, the more he couldn't help but think about it.

But before she could make a decision, her phone suddenly rang without warning.

Looking at the caller ID, Qiao An was stunned for two seconds and answered: "Kang Jun?"

Since his last confession failed, Bai Kangjun left Cannes directly and returned to Kenya.

But after all, they are both adults, and they have experienced too many difficult moments together in Kenya, both in work and in life.

On the surface they are partners, but privately they are friends. Can they really be so naive that they break up just because of a confession?

What's more, for Qiao An, she and Bai Kangjun have been getting along day and night in the past two years. Qiao An thinks she has a considerable say in his behavior.

In the eyes of outsiders, he always looks carefree, and he says he stays in Kenya because of selfish motives. But whenever something happens, he is always at the forefront, without even a word of complaint.

He is obviously a very positive and kind-hearted person, but he pretends to not care about anything.

Qiao An actually knew in her heart that if Bai Kangjun hadn't been able to take charge in Kenya, how could she stay in Cannes without any worries at the moment.

In the final analysis, although Bai Kangjun was tough-minded, he still chose to fulfill her. How could I not be grateful for his dedication and fulfillment.

After regaining consciousness, Qiao An took the lead and said, "How are you doing lately?"

"Well. How about you, in Cannes...is everything going well?"

Different from Bai Kangjun's scornful tone in the past, his voice now was muffled.

From the first listen, it was clear that he must have mustered the courage to make the unsolicited phone call.

Qiao An pretended to be relaxed and lively, "Everything is good, good food and drink, everywhere is good. There is also hot pot, you can have it if you want! By the way, should I mail you some hot pot base?"

After saying this, a low laugh came from the other end of the phone, "Do you want to drink the hot pot base?"

In a place where you can have enough food and clothing, there is no meat for you.

Qiao An thought about it and found that her ability to tell jokes was really not good enough. After thinking about it, she let it go and changed the topic to the topic, "By the way, I will find a way to replace those batches of medicine as soon as possible, don't worry."

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a few seconds before speaking up, "A'an, regarding the medicine, I know you tried your best, and we all tried our best."

When Qiao An heard this, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it, so he just asked: "What happened?"

"No. I just think you are too persistent at work sometimes. If you are too persistent, you become stubborn, which is not good. Enjoy your own life and don't live like an old-fashioned person at such a young age."

Bai Kangjun's usual mean tone of words came back, and he asked Qiao An to relax a little. He also forgot to find out whether there was any other meaning in his words, and just replied as before: "Bai Kangjun, you are itchy, aren't you?"

I didn't know what was said on the other end of the phone. Qiao An hung up the phone angrily. He regained his composure for a moment, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

She lowered her eyes and put her phone in her bag, not paying any attention to a black car that drove out of the basement of the building next to her, skirted the fountain, and passed her.

...

"Second Young Master, don't you really need to say hello to Miss Qiao?"

The man in the back seat looked away, his thin lips curled coldly, "No need."


Chapter completed!