"Manager Zhang, this is an internal meeting of Qingcheng International. How could you let an outsider in?"
"What is the intention?"
The plump, greasy, middle-aged man in a tight suit pressed aggressively.
"President Zhu, don't worry, the plan I mentioned is about to unfold."
Zhang Xinran ignored the fat man's words, walked over slowly, smiled slightly at Ye Tian, and took the document from him.
"Thank you," Zhang Xinran said politely, looking at him gratefully.
Ye Tian looked at her in surprise; this woman was indeed cold on the outside but warm inside, incredibly virtuous at home—the perfect candidate for a wife.
"It's nothing," Ye Tian said, smiling warmly, turning to leave.
Zhang Xinran whispered, "You... don't go, we might need you later."
Seeing Zhang Xinran's pleading look and the previous reactions of several senior executives made it clear that someone must be sabotaging this investment project from within.
