Sang Qian smoothed the stray hairs beside her ear and walked over, "Mr. Song, what brings you to this kind of event?"
The CEO of Jingsheng Group was not someone who usually made public appearances.
Who had managed to invite him?
Ji Yuanhang, Su Miaotong, or Luo Yutang?
Whoever it was, it was not a good sign.
Song Shijing slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, his deep gaze settling on Sang Qian through the curling tendrils of smoke.
The ankle-length evening gown wrapped her graceful figure just right, accentuating her slim, tall figure, especially her tiny waist, so slender it seemed it could be broken with a pinch.
Her features were refined, her makeup understated, and whether it was her complexion or her figure, she stood out among women.
"After all, we do have a four-hour relationship each week, and it's only natural for me to support your welcome party."
Sang Qian blinked in surprise; she hadn't expected him to come for her.
But his words were too ambiguous.
