Sang Qiao hadn't been downstairs long when Meng Jiahe appeared at the door, with a bouquet of roses in hand, "Qiaoqiao, these are for you."
"Thank you." Sang Qiao took them and set them on the table behind.
Soon, the Si Family's servants had also prepared a sumptuous dinner and served it.
After the two of them had eaten, Mrs. Si sent them out for a walk.
Meng Jiahe knew Qiaoqiao was suffering inside and still hadn't come out of it, even unwilling to acknowledge Boss Si's death, otherwise, she wouldn't have stayed away from the company.
She felt equally uncomfortable.
"Qiaoqiao, if you're feeling stifled at home, just come to the company and find me. I've been really efficient at handling the company's affairs recently. I have a lot of free time, and Chen Ling, Jiang Chaoyuan, they all especially miss you."
"Okay, I know, you've really worked hard with the company matters recently."
Sang Qiao nodded with lackluster interest, her gaze falling ahead.
