Inside the conference hall, the man wore a black suit, and the woman wore a beige tailored suit. Their eyes were level with the stage in front of them as they sat side by side, not making any movements.
Though their bodies remained still, their words did not.
"It's a bit disappointing. If Song Sizhi were here, it would be so lively," the man said, shaking his head as if he were somewhat regretful.
Jiang Muwan heard this and smiled, nodding her head. "I will convey Mr. Wen's thoughts."
"I'd be obliged if you could also send my regards to Mr. Song," the man's words were light and casual. The two chatted on and off, seemingly just to pass the time. After all, this meeting was indeed too tedious.
The speeches in the first half were as lulling as cradle songs.
"Do you think Mei Qiong will give you a hard time?" Wen Jie, sitting beside her, asked Jiang Muwan languidly, his tone thick with a sense of watching a good show.
