As Tang Song's calm voice rang out, the atmosphere in the entire booth lightened.
Cheng Qiuyu raised her head and looked at his well-defined side profile.
The dim light cast a soft outline around him, and his eyes, distinct in black and white, exuded a reassuring steadiness.
All anxieties gradually dissipated, replaced by an unprecedented sense of safety.
Then, Cheng Qiuyu felt a slightly forceful, warm palm on her waist, her heart rate uncontrollably accelerating, her chest slightly heaving.
Her gaze flickered with unspeakable excitement.
"President Tang!" A hoarse voice broke the momentary silence.
Qin Fengyu staggered forward, but was held back by two men in black suits, unable to move.
Beside him, Ansel let out a low cry and quickly stepped back, keeping his head down, eyes filled with fear, afraid of being noticed by Tang Song or those men in black suits.
