When they left the Central South Engineering Construction Limited, almost an hour had passed. Yang Chen emerged from the room with the rolled-up papers in his hand, looking calm and composed. He remained silent, leaving Mo Qianni feeling bored and curious.
Back in the car, Yang Chen still didn't say a word. Finally, Mo Qianni couldn't contain her curiosity any longer and asked, "What do you have in your hand?"
"Even though you've been wanting to ask me all along, you held back and waited so long. Now you can't help but ask, Miss Mo Qianni, isn't this called being reserved?" Yang Chen teased.
Blushing at being called out, Mo Qianni playfully glared at him, snatched the papers from his hand, and carefully examined them.
After a few pages, her eyes widened in disbelief, and she gave Yang Chen a strange look before saying, "I suddenly feel sorry for those guys. They must have been under significant pressure to write such desperate confessions..."
