Li Qiao casually spoke, "She's got other matters to attend to, don't bother with her."
Forty minutes later, the dinner ended.
By half-past eight in the evening, the banquet hall was still lively and bustling, with glasses clinking.
Politicians from various countries gathered, and they always had to deliver some national discourse at the appropriate venue, whether good or bad, it was all part of building connections.
As newcomers, Su Moshi and Wu Minmin had already temporarily withdrawn.
Li Qiao and the others had long disappeared.
In the Cabinet Office conference room, seven people sat around the table.
Yin Mo was not present, but Yun Lih was there instead.
Su Moshi and Wu Minmin had changed out of their traditional costumes, and the rings they exchanged just now were on their fingers, making them look like a loving couple.
Li Qiao, not knowing why, inexplicably glanced at her own fingers, fine and well-proportioned, yet bare.
