It was a critical moment, and she was not suited to appear in the meeting room, so Song Weiyi simply went along with what Wang Meng had designed and continued.
"That makes sense, but..."
Before she could finish, Wang Meng raised an eyebrow, a flash of pride in his eyes. "But what? Afraid you can't distribute the materials without the little intern? Have you forgotten I have Xue Ying here? She's been here for over a month and has already got the hang of things. She even understands most of the meeting contents, there won't be any problems."
Wang Meng didn't trust Mo Xueying that much, but compared to Song Weiyi's trouble-making face, he would choose his slightly more ordinary-looking assistant any day.
After a few words back and forth, the decision was made, and Xiaohe could only shrug at Song Weiyi.
"Let's go, let's hurry up, so President Pei doesn't have to wait too long." Saying this, Wang Meng led the way out.
