"Oh, I see..." Xu Qing blinked and suddenly said, "By the way, Tang Song's company is in the Cloud Stream Building, do you think he can talk to the property manager?"
She used to handle legal outsourcing for Songmei Clothing and had visited the Cloud Stream Building a few times.
"Uh..." Shen Yuyan paused, hesitating slightly, "This... shouldn't have too much of a connection; there are so many tenants and owners in the Cloud Stream Building, they can't give face to everyone. Moreover, what this involves is actual interest, not just a matter of face."
"I see, well then." Xu Qing reluctantly rubbed her friend's head, "I'll go make some porridge, you should sleep a while longer."
The only connection that Miss Xu Qing could rely on was Tang Song.
If he couldn't help, then there was truly no solution.
...
11:00 AM.
Lanfeng International Hotel, 22nd floor, executive office area.
The atmosphere was heavy and solemn.
Employees sat upright, and those who passed by moved with caution.
