The elevator made its way to the eighth floor, home to the design department, where Song Weiyi and Mo Xueying had just stepped out, and upon entering the department's main doors, they unexpectedly bumped into Wang Meng.
Instantly, Song Weiyi's smile froze at the corner of her mouth, her round eyes widening in shock, and she couldn't help blurting out, "Wang Meng?"
Isn't this Pei Yibai's subordinate? Song Weiyi turned pale with fright.
Upon recognizing Song Weiyi, Wang Meng himself was flabbergasted, his expression filled with disbelief.
"Sis..." The title hung unfinished in the air as he noticed Mo Xueying nearby, prompting Wang Meng to hurriedly swallow his words.
A cold sweat broke out on his back as, taking a bold step forward, he gently grabbed Song Weiyi's arm and asked Mo Xueying to go back first.
"Weiyi, come here, I have something to ask you," Wang Meng said, trembling with apprehension.
