But, how to sneak away?
Before he could think of that, Wang Yikun lightly nudged his arm, covering his mouth with a fist, coughed twice, and whispered, "President Feng, the media."
Realizing the panoramic camera was adjusting its position, Feng Chengjin could only say, "That's it for now."
Then he hung up the phone.
On the other end, the housekeeper was dumbfounded for a moment and then smiled, putting down the phone receiver.
The gentleman is indeed quite busy.
However, at the conference venue in Munich, even as Feng Chengjin resumed a lazy, elegant posture among a group of well-dressed Europeans, he remained dazzlingly outstanding, akin to royalty.
But his thoughts had already drifted 8000 kilometers across the ocean.
Gu Zixuan...
Thinking of the silhouette of that woman, he felt that the things he once considered incredibly important and meaningful now made him somewhat impatient.
