Ye Zhuo nodded slightly. “Mr. Song, you know ZY as well?”
“I’ve heard of it a little.”
ZY technology company was a newly emerging industry. Although it had only recently developed, it was extremely powerful.
First, it applied for the world’s first patent for temperature-adjustable clothing, and then it forcefully pushed it into the market.
Recently, ZY’s CEO had extended an olive branch to him and proposed a collaboration. Previously, Song Shiyu did not take it to heart, but now it seemed that the collaboration could not be delayed.
The two of them each had their own thoughts as they stepped into the open-air path together.
Camellias were planted in the garden, and the fiery red camellias almost covered the entire path. The color of ye Zao’s gown just happened to echo with these camellias. Under the cover of the night, her face was hidden and faintly discernible.
One could not help but wonder if she was not an illusion of these camellias.