Shen Qianshu thought for a while and went to knock on next door. Ye Ling was holding an international conference in the study room. He paused and opened the door for her. Ye Ling had showered and changed into a white shirt, clean and pure. The air conditioner was on indoors, and it was very cold. His shirt was buttoned all the way up. Shen Qianshu was startled, forgetting what she had wanted to ask. Ye Ling glared at her and turned into the study room. The presidential suite had a living room, bedroom, study room, and a mini cinema. It was really high-end.
Shen Qianshu could roughly hear Ye Ling speaking in a language that she did not understand. It was very quick and had chilly tones. Ye Ling's voice was very deep, and it sounded really nice when he spoke in this language.
He was holding an international conference.
