"Mr. Fan has quite the mindset," he praised before steering the conversation to the matter at hand, "During the live broadcast, you didn't let us take action. Now that the hype is almost maxed out, can we make our move?"
"No rush, let's wait a bit longer," Yang Yuran replied slowly and deliberately.
Lin Xusheng, puzzled, asked, "Wait for what?"
He didn't understand. What opportunity could Yang Yuran see that he couldn't sense?
Knock knock knock—
The urgent sound of knocking arose, and Yang Yuran turned her head toward the cold white door, saying indifferently, "Go ahead and open it."
"Okay."
Xiaowang, who was closest to the door, got up and strode over, pulling the door open from the inside.
Xiong Caiyun peeked her head in, scanning the room, and upon seeing Yang Yuran, she joyfully called out, "Sister Yang, may I come in?"
Yang Yuran didn't answer, glancing at Lin Xusheng with a look that sought permission from the person running the show.
