The woman holding a golden pen looked serious, about thirty years old, dressed in a fitting light blue business suit, carrying an air of dignified solemnity.
Chu Mo's mouth twitched slightly. As the behind-the-scenes big boss of the entire financial tower, strictly speaking, everyone here worked for him, including this meeting room, which was his own. Of course, it wouldn't be appropriate for him to say much. His gaze landed on Zhan Bingxue, and Chu Mo's eyebrows lifted slightly before he said with a smile,
"I came here to have a meal with your chairman..."
