The music on the dance floor was still drifting.
Zhou Qiming, Zhang Chunjie, and the others exchanged a few polite words with Tang Song and then left, using the excuse, "Not to disturb Chairman Tang and his friends' enjoyment."
Wu Siqi and Li Jingrong stood there dumbfounded, with their minds still in a muddle.
They could clearly feel countless curious, probing, and even somewhat reverent gazes intentionally or unintentionally casting towards them.
Especially Wu Siqi, who caught sight of her usually austere new media supervisor with the corner of her eye.
He was standing not far away, looking at her with an extremely complex and somewhat ingratiating expression.
Wu Siqi gulped, swallowing hard.
She finally realized, albeit belatedly, that she had stumbled into immense luck!
Just the fact that she had been drinking and chatting with Tang Song in the same booth practically guaranteed her a smooth transition to full-time status, and her work would become much smoother.
