"But, Mr. Lu, this was discovered by the staff from the back seat of your car just now."

This recorder is either Qiao Anxia's, or Qiao An's... Lu Jinnian frowned and paused, then stretched out his hand, pulled the recorder away from his assistant's hand, and then took a step towards the elevator.

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Back at Huanying Media, several emergency documents were piled up on Lu Jinnian's desk. By the time he finished processing, it was already 4:30 pm.

Lu Jinnian raised his hand, rubbed his somewhat tired eyebrows, leaned lazily on the office chair, sat quietly for about five minutes, sat up straight, turned on the computer, and then caught a glimpse of the recording pen that he was casually put on the desk.

Lu Jinnian hesitated for a moment and did not enter the computer password, but picked up the recorder.

This recorder looks like I have been buying it for a while and some areas have worn out.

Lu Jinnian held the recording pen and walked around in front of him, but he couldn't tell whether it was Qiao An's good or Qiao Anxia's. People were always curious. Although Lu Jinnian knew that the thing fell on the car and wanted the thing to return to the original owner, he couldn't help but press the play button of the recording pen.

There was a rustling sound that came out clearly from the recorder. After about ten seconds, Lu Jinnian heard a familiar tone from it and shouted a name he was very familiar with: "Jiao Qiao, what are you going to say to me?"

It is Xu Jiamu's voice, which is very magnetic and pleasant and comfortable.

There was no good voice from Qiao An in the recorder, but it was still a "rustling" sound. Not long after, Xu Jiamu's urging tone came: "Jojo, what do you want to say, why do you have to close the door?"

"Yo, Qiao Qiao, when did you know how to pour water for me?"

"Brother Jiamu, be serious. I really have something to tell you." Qiao An's good voice finally came from the recorder, soft and a little bit cute.

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll be serious." With Xu Jiamu's somewhat indulgent tone, the boy coughed seriously twice: "Okay, I'm really serious now. Come on, Qiao Qiao, I'll listen carefully."

The recorder was quiet for a long time before Qiao An's gentle and gentle voice rang: "It is said that the existence of everyone in the world is for the appearance of another person. I think my appearance is for your existence."

Lu Jinnian's expression became a little stagnant in an instant, and his eyes staring at the recorder were slightly empty.

Xu Jiamu's answer came from the recorder, but Qiao An's good voice kept coming out one by one.

"I don't have much dream, I just hope to be with you."

"I don't have that good literary talent, I just want to say that I think I can still love you like now in fifty years."

"I think there will never be anyone in this life, like you, who will let me love you deeply."

"You don't know that since the day I met you, everything I have done is to get close to you."

"I have had many dreams, and you are in every dream, and I have had many fantasies. Every time I have fantasized about being with you, and I have made many wishes. Every wish is to hope you love me."
Chapter completed!