When I walked through the restaurant lobby, I felt a gaze falling on me.

She turned her head and saw a woman sitting next to the window, wearing an elegant and graceful black dress, with long red hair scattered behind her, covering her face.

The other party was enjoying the coffee leisurely, but did not look at her.

Is it an illusion?

Qin Shu withdrew his gaze in confusion and walked out of the restaurant.

The red-haired woman put down her coffee cup slowly, and her flaming red lips curled up an unknown curve.

On the way back to the villa, Qin Shu received another call from Mr. Chang.

"I have already called you the prize money for Qingxiu Medical Competition. You can see if the account will be paid later."

"Okay, thank you Mr. Chang."

Qin Shu took down his mobile phone, opened the text message notification casually, and saw the amount on the account reminder, and was stunned for a moment.

"Old Chang, why is there 200,000? Our group of seven people, plus the investment cost of the early experiment, even if the bonus of one million should be divided..."

Mr. Chang's faint laughter came from the other end of the phone, "There are more laborers, and we all see your performance. This is the result of my discussion with them. You can keep it with peace of mind."

Qin Shu pursed her lips, "Thank you everyone."

Mr. Chang nodded and asked again: "I originally wanted to invite you to do a project with me, but I guess you can't get out of here recently... Is Mr. Chu's situation okay? If you need help, just look for a teacher."

Listening to the care in Old Chang's words, Qin Shu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and laughed: "Teacher, thank you for your kindness, but everything is fine here, and the rumors on the Internet are arranged by someone who is interested."

"Hey, is that? That's good." Mr. Chang breathed a sigh of relief.

After Qin Shu finished the call, he fell into thought.

In just one day, everyone around her was asking about Chu Linchen's news, inquiring about it, and caring sincerely. Who hoped that something happened to Chu Linchen...

Mofeng Clothing Co., Ltd.

Zhang Yifei brought Wen Li to the human resources manager.

"Sister Mei, this is Wen Li, please help her complete the entry procedures."

"Okay, Master."

Sister Mei looked at Wen Li with a polite smile, "Miss Wen, come and fill in the information here."

"Okay." Wen Li nodded gently.

After completing the procedures, Wen Li said to Zhang Yifei: "I didn't expect that I can go to work here so soon. Thank you, Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Yifei looked at the obedient girl in front of him, scratched the back of his head, and said, "Don't call me Mr. Zhang, you are Qin Shu's friend, just call me your name! Just call Yifei!"

Wen Li was stunned for a moment, her ears were slightly red, and those two words were held in her mouth and could not be called out.

Knowing that she was very thin-skinned, Zhang Yifei patted her on the shoulder, "It's okay! It's okay to keep it for the next time and call me again, then I'll leave first, come on!"

"Yeah, I will definitely work hard, thank you!" Wen Li said with a smile.

Watching Zhang Yifei leave, Wen Li looked at her own brand in her palm: Design assistant, Wen Li.
Chapter completed!