Lin Muxue walked over quickly, her face carrying a trace of apprehension, and her voice was a bit lower than usual: "President Tang."
"Good morning, Xue." Tang Song nodded with a smile, his tone gentle, saying no more.
Seeing that Tang Song did not seem to blame her, Lin Muxue let out a long breath, her tense shoulders relaxing slightly.
She stood quietly beside Tang Song, but couldn't help glancing at Wen Ruan, a hint of complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
Exchanging glances, Wen Ruan's lips curled into a meaningful smile.
In past meetings, Lin Muxue had always presented herself in an elegant, knowledgeable, and composed manner; this was the first time seeing her so flustered.
This contrast made Wen Ruan find her extremely interesting.
"Hello, President Wen, I'm Zheng Qiudong."
A gentle and polite voice sounded in her ear, interrupting Wen Ruan's thoughts.
Turning her head, she saw Zheng Qiudong smiling at her, a sense of familiarity in his gaze.
