"President Johnson, do you think I'm right?"
Someone began to jeer, while Sophie Smith stood there, contemplating whether she should turn and leave without hesitation or brace herself to call out to Oliver Johnson once more.
She looked up and noticed Oliver Johnson standing up.
"Everyone, please excuse me." He curved his lips into a slight smile, as if to apologize to everyone present, then walked toward her direction.
"Let's go." He said quietly to her.
"Okay." Sophie felt a little relieved after getting his response, and she followed his steps to leave, as the gazes from those in the private room were too complex.
Just as Sophie was about to enter the private room, Oliver Johnson pulled her to a secluded corner.
"What do you want to do?" she asked warily.
"In broad daylight and openly, what could I possibly do to you?" He released her hand, "Let's talk."
Talk about what?
"Why can't it be said inside?"
"We'll talk right here."
