The hotel's shimmering lights draped over a tall, slender figure, his features cold and steely.
He inspired both respect and awe.
To the left of Jing Yu stood two men also dressed in suits, slightly older, but their relation seemed not of equals but rather of a hierarchy.
Tang Shu's dark eyes quietly observed the suddenly appearing Jing Yu, with a hint of surprise.
He's here too?
"President Jing, what do you think of this project proposal..."
"President Wen, if your company is interested, you may submit a feasible plan."
Jing Yu, who had been conversing with a person at his side, seemed to sense something and looked up, decisively locking onto her location.
Under the spotlight, Tang Shu's porcelain-white skin was crystal clear without a flaw, her lips tinged with light pink lipstick glistened, and the slightly upturned eyeliner gave her an air of aloofness.
Jing Yu's gaze landed on her dress and he paused, his eyes growing darker as he stared into hers.
