Moreover, in such chaotic scenes, any slight movement could trigger unforeseeable consequences.
Pei Jingchuan's thoughts were interrupted by his assistant's next words; he leaned forward slightly to ensure he hadn't missed any detail.
"Ya Zeqing is also one of the most popular and hottest artists in this company."
The assistant's speed of speech was slightly hesitant, as if weighing the weight of each word.
Pei Jingchuan's mood instantly sank, and his cold gaze fixed on the company building in the distance through the car window.
This discovery stirred waves in his heart.
The sudden close association of Ya Zeqing with Jiang Yuzhu's work environment brought a hint of unease.
"In the same company..." Pei Jingchuan muttered under his breath.
His voice carried a barely concealed displeasure, an emotion that rarely revealed itself in his usually calm demeanor.