After speaking, Zheng Keyun stood up, held Xia Ruoqi's other uninjured hand, and walked towards the dining room.
"Uh...Mr. Zheng..." Miss Qian stammered and chased after them in disorder, stopping them.
"What's the matter?" Zheng Keyun turned to look at her.
"I have something to do in the company in the afternoon, so I have to rush back..." Miss Qian swallowed, and she looked very nervous.
In fact, she was fine at all. Chairman Wu Quren had already given instructions. She had to come to Zheng's house to report in the next three days, but the atmosphere here became really weird, and Xia Ruoqi's hand was injured again.
There is definitely no way to continue studying, so Miss Qian thought that it would be fine for her to stay, so she decided to leave and go back to work.[
Zheng Keyun didn't say anything. He first looked at Miss Qian Xiao* who was trembling, then looked at Xia Ruoqi's fingers that were as sausage-like as she wrapped them, and nodded slightly, "After the meal, I will ask the driver to take you back to the company."
"No need!" When Miss Qian Xiao* heard that Zheng Keyun was going to keep her for dinner, she shook her head faster than the wave drum. "A colleague from the company called me just now and said that there was something urgent, so I had to go back immediately."
Zheng Keyun didn't speak immediately, looked at Miss Qian Xiao*'s eyes and nodded, "Old Wu, you send Miss Qian Xiao* back to the company, and then take back the chefs who are 'vacation'."