When Gu Qimiao arrived at the gallery, it was already quite late. With the exhibition approaching, everyone in the sales department was busy, and Fang Shaobei himself was inspecting the exhibition hall.
Seeing Gu Qimiao arrive, he instructed the workers who were placing the artworks and then walked over to her.
"You're late."
"Hehe." Gu Qimiao chuckled guiltily and then said, "Anyway, I've finished all my tasks."
He raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything else. Although their relationship was technically that of subordinate and boss, it felt more like a friendship.
"Your stuff, come with me to get it."
Gu Qimiao nodded and followed him to his studio.
"Your brother called last night."
"What did he say?"
"Nothing. I told him the owner wasn't available and hung up. He kept calling, so I turned it off."
Gu Qimiao thought to herself, "Great, I'll definitely get scolded when I see Gu Moming."
