Mo Xiangwan's expression finally cracked, her voice slightly raised: "You misunderstood."
"Really?" Anne suddenly raised her head and boldly kissed Tang Song on the cheek, moving so quickly that no one could react in time. "I think Song has become very charming now, and no one should be able to refuse."
"Ms. Kate!" Mo Xiangwan's voice sharply increased, tinged with threat, "I haven't reported to Chairman Jin for a while."
"Uh..." Anne subconsciously stepped back, waving her hands repeatedly, "Oh, oh, this is a private matter between Song and me, telling Jin is not a good idea."
Mo Xiangwan said no more, but walked forward and took Tang Song's other arm, whispering, "President Tang, let me set up the room for you."
Tang Song looked at the two women beside him.
On one side was the bold and flamboyant Anne full of American humor, and on the other, the mature, elegant, astute Mo Xiangwan.
Thinking of Secretary Jin and Su Yu standing behind them, he suddenly felt a headache.
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