Zhang Fuqiang walked out of the meeting room, his tie slung crookedly around his neck. He casually adjusted it and headed toward the lobby on the first floor, mentally preparing for the dinner party he'd be attending later.
He had just reached the entrance of the lobby and was about to head towards the parking lot when a black Audi slowly approached from a distance.
His expression slightly shifted, and he instinctively glanced at the license plate, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes. He quickly regained his composure and unconsciously quickened his pace, walking towards the car.
As soon as the car stopped, Zhang Fuqiang quickened his steps, his face filled with a warm smile, and reached out to open the rear car door.
A middle-aged man with a shiny bald head leaned against the car door and stepped out, his gaze swept over Zhang Fuqiang, revealing a hint of surprise: "What are you doing here?"
