He seemed to have anticipated what was just said. He smiled slightly and casually said, "Did it go wrong?"
Then he stood up and walked over to the window to make his phone call.
Song Qinghuan sat alone at her desk, flipping through a magazine.
But she could not concentrate, still thinking about how to make Tao Wenliang show his true colors.
To engrossed in her own thoughts, she didn't not notice that Shi Yuhuan glanced at her for a moment, before quietly telling the person on the other end of the phone, "Give her a hand!".
The next day at work, Song Qinghuan found another excuse to visit Tao Wenliang's office.
Unlike the previous days, Tao Wenliang was clearly off today, with a furrowed brow and a gloomy face, as if he was in trouble.
When giving her the contract to sign, he seemed absent-minded.
Song Qinghuan's eyes darted around. When people are upset, both their emotions and judgment are weak.
Perhaps, she could take advantage of this opportunity and bring up her brother.
