Chen Qing was slightly stunned, but he quickly understood what Qiao Nian meant. He nodded. "Thank you, Madam. I understand."
Qiao Nian looked at Chen Qing's calm expression and silently lit a row of candles for Lina. It seemed that Lina was about to fall out of love.
Qiao Nian couldn't say anything else. Her phone rang. It was Lina.
"Lina." Qiao Nian placed the teacup on the table. Her voice was very gentle. She paused for a moment and continued, "Yes, I'm already back. Come over!"
Hearing Qiao Nian's voice, Chen Qing subconsciously stopped typing, then regained his composure.
About ten minutes later, Lina walked in. When she saw Qiao Nian, she took her arm with a smile and said, "Nian Nian."
Lina sat down beside Qiao Nian. From the corner of her eye, she glanced at Chen Qing, who was sitting opposite Qiao Nian and using the computer.
Seeing Lina enter, Chen Qing greeted politely, "Seventh Princess."
