Shen Jing was stunned.
In the tea room, two or three guests rose and nodded towards Shen Jing in greeting.
They had, of course, heard what Shen Jing said.
She felt even more embarrassed and reflexively glanced at Zhou Luchen, silently pleading for help. Smooth things over?
Zhou Luchen's lip twitched. He set down the incense burner in his hand and said nothing.
They were all seasoned individuals adept at reading situations. This gesture signaled the end of the discussion, and several men in executive-style jackets stood up simultaneously.
"We won't disturb the President any longer. I shall head back first," one said.
Zhou Luchen hummed.
The men retrieved their coats and left.
As they walked through the corridor, passing Shen Jing, one of them smiled kindly at Tangtang.
Tangtang nodded politely. "Goodbye, Uncles. Take care."
She was sweet and gentle, her demeanor a perfect blend of an aristocratic family's upbringing and a natural, easygoing manner.
