The elevator doors slowly closed, and Tang Song closed his eyes, leaning back against the wall.
In his mind, he once again reminisced about the first meeting with Xie Shuyu two months ago.
At that time, he was seated by the window in the café, watching a BMW 7 Series park outside.
Under the sunlight, a woman in a black suit skirt descended elegantly and gracefully.
Her stride was composed and firm, each step radiating confidence and charm.
And then she stood before him.
To this day, Tang Song still remembered his own abysmal performance then.
Now, at last, he had removed that thorn.
Xie Shuyu's initiative to invite was, without a doubt, an acknowledgment of his personal charm.
This sense of satisfaction intoxicated him, perhaps, that was the true meaning of striving for growth.
And he believed that his stage would only get bigger and higher.
