Tan Xi looked at Song Changfeng. "What's wrong with you? You've been so preoccupied lately when we talk."
As Song Changfeng's hand rested on his collar, about to undo his shirt, he hesitated slightly at her words. Tan Xi had only asked casually and didn't notice his subtle change in demeanor. She immediately switched topics. "Have you had dinner yet? I didn't eat at home tonight, so there's nothing here. If you're hungry, I can make you some noodles."
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Less than a month remained before the tender.
Ning Guiwan had become increasingly busy. After the previous incident at Tianchi, the specifications for the tender had been significantly raised. All related companies were actively preparing, and Tianchi Group was no exception. As it was the first major project since that incident, both Song Changfeng and the project lead were swamped with work.
