The person who was about to tear into Song Sishen stopped abruptly, sitting back down halfway out of their seat, eyes wide with a hint of worry as they looked towards Jiang Muwan.
But precisely at the moment she paused, the whole room fell silent.
The person heading upstairs with a phone felt a chill down their spine, but the call couldn't be ignored.
"Mm," she stepped upstairs, taking the call with just a hum.
On the other line, Jiang Wei stood in the center of the room, phoning Jiang Muwan with an urgent tone: "The old man plans to have dinner with the president of C Airlines tomorrow."
The implied meaning of those words was crystal clear.
Having dinner with the president of C Airlines and bringing Jiang Wei, the finance manager, along—it was obvious to everyone what was intended.
At this moment, Jiang Wei was in the same boat as Jiang Muwan; if Jiang Muwan was in danger, Jiang Wei couldn't escape either. Although she was forced, mentally, she hoped Jiang Muwan would win.
