In the outdoor parking lot shrouded in twilight, a silver-gray BMW slowly drove in, its body gleaming with a metallic sheen in the chilly night wind.
The car door opened, and Wang Qiang, dressed in a dark gray suit, hurriedly got out, his leather shoes making urgent sounds on the asphalt road.
Just as he was about to step towards the hotel entrance, he saw a figure standing under the street lamp. Wen Lan was wrapped in a camel-colored wool coat, her cashmere scarf fluttering slightly in the wind, and she was watching her watch with a serious look on her face.
"Wang Qiang, why are you so late?" Wen Lan quickly stepped forward, her eyebrows showing obvious anxiety.
"Wasn't it agreed at eight? President Li and President Wei have been waiting for almost fifteen minutes. In a business setting like this, it's very bad to make the client wait!" Her tone carried a chill that intertwined with the cold wind of the parking lot.
