A smile immediately brightened Huang Changsheng's face. "Qingyun, you're here. Please, have a seat."
Lin Qingyun's complexion was ashen. Her normally vibrant cheeks looked haggard from a sleepless night, and her bright, watery eyes had dimmed, now framed by dark circles. Even so, it couldn't hide her exceptionally beautiful features.
Lin Qingyun forced a smile. "President Huang, where is your friend? I want to ask about Zhao Dong."
This useless Zhao Dong, why does she care about him so much? Huang Changsheng cursed inwardly, though he obviously couldn't say it out loud.
"Don't worry, Qingyun. I've already called my friend to head back. He should be here soon. Have some tea first."
Huang Changsheng poured a cup of tea for Lin Qingyun. She accepted it but didn't drink. Noticing this, he simply smiled without saying anything. He took a seat opposite her, lit a cigar, and said with a faint smile, "Qingyun, do you really want to know what happened to Zhao Dong?"
