The words "scandal" seemed to be Gong Beiming's greatest dread. Upon hearing them, he silently released his hand, gave her a deep look, and turned to leave.
From the company to the start of the meeting, Chi Xiaoyu was busy like a tightly wound spring, not until she watched him enter the central podium of the conference hall.
Only then did she let out a long sigh of relief, not a single detail had been missed.
Good!
She quietly walked to the side to rest, propping her forehead with her hand, and occasionally looked up to see her somewhat exhausted reflection in the mirror.
Suddenly, an additional figure appeared in the mirror.
Tall and slender, his features refined and handsome, his gaze tenderly upon her.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she abruptly turned around to face the man walking in.
He turned his body slightly and gently closed the door of the lounge.
"What are you doing here?"
Chi Xiaoyu asked in surprise.
