The old lady pretended not to hear and gave him a look that said "well done."
Fu Qiyuan's face was beyond the point of just being black!
"Madam, the meal is ready; we can start eating now."
The servant appeared at just the right moment and broke the strange atmosphere in the living room, which made Su Ran breathe a sigh of relief.
"Oh, then let's eat."
As the old lady spoke, Su Ran and Fu Qiyuan flanked her on either side, supporting her as they walked into the dining room.
Thus, with the old lady's incredible enthusiasm, they concluded tonight's dinner.
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The next day.
The Qianran International conference room.
The spacious conference room was decorated in a minimalist and luxurious style.
At nine in the morning, the seats in the conference room were already filled with people, but the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.
Everyone was on edge, walking on thin ice; every time President Su called for a meeting on short notice, it was their "day of misery."