The conversation continued until noon when it finally wrapped up.
Li Tong and Qin Yun didn't linger in the small conference room but left directly to report to Zhao Haiping.
In the small conference room.
Only Lin Chuan and Shen Qianqian remained.
Shen Qianqian pursed her lips, let out a long breath through her nose, and murmured, "Writer Lin, it seems this plan isn't going to be as simple to accomplish as we thought."
Lin Chuan sat next to her, holding a teacup, and took a casual sip. "It's just a bit more complicated, still within expectations."
"Even this is within your expectations?" Shen Qianqian frowned slightly, somewhat surprised.
"Shouldn't it be?"
Lin Chuan countered.
Shen Qianqian's gaze fell on Lin Chuan's face, their eyes meeting.
However, she couldn't read anything from his eyes and slightly shifted her gaze to size him up.
"What are you looking at?" Lin Chuan asked.
