Pei Mengzhi immediately turned his gaze to Si Fuqing.
Si Fuqing hadn't left. She leaned against her bicycle with her arms crossed.
Around them, people bustled to and from, casting frequent glances their way. She wore only a pair of sunglasses but remained coolly indifferent, as if utterly unafraid of attracting public attention.
"Hello?" Mrs. Pei picked up her phone, her expression icy. "Go on."
Something was said on the other end.
The next second, Mrs. Pei's face underwent a drastic change. "What did you say? The company's stock has plummeted? We lost two contracts to someone else and nearly ten million?!"
"Alright, I'll be right there. Keep things stable on the financial end!"
With that, she hastily left, no longer concerned with Si Fuqing or even ignoring Zuo Qingya, her heels clicking away in urgency.
The butler looked somewhat astonished at Si Fuqing.
