Song Qiao responded with a hum, "Is he still at the company?"
The receptionist nodded immediately, her gaze touching the thermos box Song Qiao was holding, and she instantly opened her mouth with a smile, "The president has been on the thirty-sixth floor and hasn't come down, nor had dinner. Madam, you bringing dinner over will surely make the president very happy if he knows."
Song Qiao smiled but said nothing more, though her smile was a bit forced.
On the way here, she read those Weibo news again, the more she read, the more upset she felt. It's really those people cursing too harshly.
It wasn't that she was thin-skinned; it was those people who didn't know where to draw the line, some even started cursing at the two children.
While sitting in the taxi, perhaps her distressed appearance made the driver uncle think she was heartbroken. On the way, he tried various ways to console her, telling jokes, which made Song Qiao feel that there are still many good people in this world.
