The secretary would be responsible for a wide variety of menial tasks, including compiling the annual meeting attendance list. Naturally, he would have a strong understanding of the situation.
"President Lu," he had no choice but to bite the bullet and respond, "Ms, Luo Ying was also invited to the annual meeting. They—perhaps they're just curious."
For lack of a better word, this was the only way he could have put his words. This group of people were courting death to gawk so openly.
Luo Ying! She was here?
Lu Zhao couldn't be bothered with anything else. He wanted to bolt up and swivel around to look for Luo Ying almost immediately, but his remaining sense of reason held him back.
"I see." Lu Zhao spoke with restraint.
Luo Ying? When did she return to the country? Why would she come here? Lu Zhao's fingers quickly tapped on the table. He always did this when he felt anxious.
