A motorbike pulled up in front of the fashion company's entrance. The girl pulled off her helmet stylishly, her long dark hair cascading down like waves set free, her long leg swung over the seat.
"Psst, isn't that Qin Zhuzhu?!"
"She came back?!"
"Ha, she still have the face to show up?" One of the rich brats said.
"Heh, to keep her promises I think," a voice snorted. Qin Zhuzhu recognized it as Zhou Rou's, ignored the stares and questions thrown at her as she walked into the lift.
The lift went up to Li Shao's floor. The door opened and Qin Zhuzhu, back straight and proud strode into Li Shao's office, knocking on the glass door.
"Reporting for work," she smiled.
Li Shao looked up from the documents and smiled brightly. She was back, his heart leaped with joy. He wanted to rush over and hug her but refrained himself from doing so.
"Come sit!" He happily showed her to the chair.
