Shen Yuyan was attentively listening to Zheng Qiudong's introduction, while smiling and nodding to each future subordinate, exchanging glances, showcasing an excellent demeanor.
Her mood, through these interactions with top elites, gradually and completely restored to calmness and confidence.
Her stage had already been set.
What followed was a soul-deep trembling and sinking connected with Tang Song.
...
At the same time, in Yan City.
A black Mercedes-Benz E300L smoothly cruised down the scarcely trafficked city main road.
Inside the car, a folk song was playing.
Gao Mengting was holding the steering wheel, her fingers gently following the rhythm of the music.
Scenes from last night uncontrollably flooded her mind.
Her cheeks were still somewhat flushed.
After He Yiyi left.
In that new, spacious, and somewhat unfamiliar-feeling home, it was just her and him.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was the city's hazy nightscape, like a flowing river of stars.
