When only one pair of polished leather shoes echoed down the hallways, leisurely taking their time, she could only assume the position of Vice President would soon be empty. If Wei Hantao was coming here, his footsteps would be frantic, as he would be rushing to keep his position.
Huo Qiudong came around the corner with a cup of coffee in his hands.
Zhao Lifei hid the smile threatening to break out. At least someone from her personal team was adequate enough. She understood the underlying message behind Huo Qiudong's cup of coffee. By bringing it to her personally, he was stepping up to fill in the vacant position. But she did not voice her thoughts.
Huo Qiudong carefully handed the coffee to her, worried that she might burn her hands. He watched as she took a sip of the coffee, her brows raising a bit. She enjoyed it.
