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Yan Zirong didn't know where to go as she held the small note that her teacher had given her. Other than the three words, Qiao Zi'an, there wasn't much else on the note.

With a heavy sigh, Yan Zirong lay down on the bed in the hotel, staring at the ceiling, frustrated and helpless.

"Without a way to contact him, how can I find him without an address?" Yan Zirong held the note in her hand and read it carefully. Her burning gaze could almost burn the paper. Thinking back to what Lee Yuning had said during the day: "This man is extremely talented, you have to show your sincerity and pay a visit personally."

She jumped up from the bed and opened her notebook. Yan Zirong began to type the words Qiao Zi'an into the search web page. After checking nearly 30 websites, Yan Zirong finally found a relatively accurate address: the Economic Research Unit of the Administration Department.

Carefully putting the recommendation letter that Lee Yuning helped to write into the compartment of his own bag, Yan Zirong got up early and meticulously dressed up before she went out.

Right now, she could already be considered to have gambled all her life, so other than listening to her teacher and going to Qiao Zi'an, she had no other choice. Based on the current situation, she didn't just need to ask Qiao Zi'an for advice. If possible, it would be great if she could get Qiao Zi'an to join her team.

However, as Yan Zirong was about to arrive at her destination, she became exceptionally nervous. According to the information obtained from his previous search, he was about to face an extremely intelligent and intelligent person. Of course, Yan Zirong, who had shifted her focus on Qiao Zi'an's appearance, had completely forgotten about him.

That was because even after countless glorious deeds, there was not even a high-definition photo of him.

Yan Zirong looked at the blurry and dim picture on the screen. She felt a sense of familiarity, but that familiarity was quickly replaced. Yan Zirong's gaze was fixed on Qiao Zi'an's intelligent eyes. Even if it was just a photo and a blurry figure, he could easily conclude that this person was very smart.

"Miss, what can I do for you?" While Yan Zirong was wandering around the office of the Economic Research Unit, her secretary, who had been staring at her for a long time, took the initiative to ask.

"En..." "About that, I want to ask if you have a person called Qiao Zi'an here?" Yan Zirong ignored her rapid heartbeat and asked the secretary calmly.

Ning Xia calmly looked Yan Zirong up and down. Then, with a trace of vigilance, she asked, "Yes, may I ask why you're looking for Mr. Qiao?"

Dressed quite well, this must be the young miss of some rich family that fell for Mr. Qiao's beauty and got entangled with him … Inwardly, she had labeled Yan Zirong as stubborn, yet, an evil glint flashed in Ning Xia's eyes.

"I have some questions that I want to ask him, so …" Yan Zirong looked past Ning Xia towards the locked door of the office.

Looking at Yan Zirong's anxious expression, Ning Xia was even more sure of her guess. Without waiting for Yan Zirong to finish her sentence, she smiled and asked, "May I know your surname, Miss?"

"My surname is Yan." As soon as she finished, Yan Zirong asked urgently, "Is Qiao Zi'an here today?"

It seemed that this guy didn't know that he had already stepped into the minefield. He really didn't know how Mr. Qiao would react if he found out that there was another person who was pestering him to come knocking on his door and still found a place to work.

Thinking of this, the smile on Ning Xia's face became even more brilliant. It was because before this, there had been countless similar incidents. One must know that at the very beginning, Ning Xia even had a good-natured face as she arranged the interview tables for people, but in the end, those women pounced on Mr. Qiao like hungry wolves seeing meat. Because of this, Ning Xia had suffered a lot of spittle from Qiao Zi'an.

"Mr. Qiao is talking with the customer right now. If you're not in a hurry, wait here for a moment. I'll go in later and ask Mr. Qiao when I can find you." Ning Xia replied politely to Yan Zirong, but it was hard to tell what she was thinking.

Although Yan Zirong was very anxious, she couldn't force her way into Qiao Zi'an's office. Therefore, she could only resign herself to her fate and sit on the sofa at the side and drink the tea that Ning Xia poured for her.

After settling Yan Zirong, Ning Xia went back to her seat and continued to organize the work reports. From time to time, she glanced at the anxious Yan Zirong and considered when to report to Mr. Qiao and how to report to him.

Ten minutes passed. Yan Zirong looked at Ning Xia, who was waving her fingers around the keyboard. She wanted to say something but hesitated.

Then, she took out her phone and looked at the time. She smiled at Yan Zirong, "Don't worry, Mr. Qiao had previously instructed me not to disturb him for an hour. I'll make an appointment for you in an hour."

Yan Zirong bit her lips as she lowered her head helplessly, silently thinking about the structure of her future company.

An hour had just passed and Yan Zirong was staring at Ning Xia expectantly. Fortunately, Ning Xia didn't say much this time. She merely gave Yan Zirong a faint smile and nodded before walking into the office.

Five minutes later, Ning Xia came out. Yan Zirong hurriedly stood up and went up to welcome her, "Can I go see Qiao Zi'an now?"

Ning Xia smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Qiao said that he still has something to take care of today, so I won't be able to see anyone."

"So it's like that." Yan Zirong smiled in disappointment. Then, as if she suddenly thought of something, she took out the recommendation letter written by her teacher from her bag and stuffed it into Ning Xia's hands.

"Miss Yan, I'm sorry, I'm not that kind of person …"

Just when Ning Xia was prepared to refuse Yan Zirong's actions, Yan Zirong opened her mouth, "Please pass this recommendation letter to Qiao Zi'an. If he has time, please make an appointment for me. This is my business card."

As she spoke, Yan Zirong passed her name card to Ning Xia.

Grasping the recommendation letter and business card in his hand in a daze, Ning Xia, who was preparing to leave, swallowed the words she was about to blurt out. After a long while, she could only spit out one word, "Good."

The corner of Ning Xia's mouth twitched as she looked at Yan Zirong's disappearing figure. She thought back to five minutes ago when she walked into the office and told Qiao Zi'an that she had the urge to smash her head into a wall and die.

Before the report, Ning Xia had completely placed Yan Zirong in the category of pestering Qiao Zi'an's captive, so she emphasized on Yan Zirong's good looks and the fact that she strongly requested to see Qiao Zi'an. Before she could finish, Qiao Zi'an glared at her and threw a word at her.

But the reality was completely different from what he imagined. Thinking of Qiao Zi'an's iceberg face, Ning Xia fiercely slapped her forehead and said, "You can't live with your own sins." Then she turned sullen again, holding the recommendation letter in front of Qiao Zi'an's office, she wanted to cry but had no tears.

Yan Zirong walked on the street in a daze, feeling lost all of a sudden. She didn't know where to start. From the beginning to the end, everything had happened extremely quickly, and Yan Zirong had almost been unable to react. Now that she was slightly relieved, all sorts of inexplicable emotions surged within her.