"I understand now."
After a long silence, Shen Cheng finally spoke.
With no excess words, just these faint four characters.
Regarding her response, some of the senior executives were puzzled, but they didn't dare to ask more, so they exchanged glances with Zhao Qianxiu.
Zhao Qianxiu intuitively inquired softly to Shen Cheng, "CEO, do you need someone to clean this up?"
"No need."
"Then..."
"Go busy yourself."
After the people left, Shen Cheng stood outside the archives room for quite some time.
She wanted to enter, but the floor was covered with rose petals, leaving no place to step, so she took off her shoes and stepped onto them barefoot.
After entering, she casually closed the door and locked it.
The archives room was spacious, at least a hundred square meters, with every inch of space blanketed in a thick layer of rose petals.
She probably understood.
