Qiao Jing was momentarily stupefied. She hadn't expected Zhan Qipei to set his elevator passcode to her birthday.
She quickly regained her composure.
"Thank you."
Just as the employee was about to take Miss Qiao over there, the reception desk phone started ringing.
A smile laced with apology spread across her face as she bowed to Miss Qiao.
"I'm sorry, Miss Qiao, the company is a bit busy today. Could you trouble yourself to go to the elevator?"
Qiao Jing furrowed her brows and nodded slightly.
"No need to escort me."
To ride an elevator was a trivial matter; she wasn't some pampered heiress that needed someone to accompany her for such a simple task.
The employee apologized several times in succession before hurriedly returning to the reception desk to answer the phone.
Qiao Jing took steps towards Zhan Qipei's private elevator, brushing past several people in a hurry along the way.
