Slender fingers slid over her graceful neck, continuing downwards, disappearing into her tight-fitting undershirt.
Shen Yuyan's body instantly tensed, her breathing became chaotic, and a blush quickly spread across her fair cheeks.
"President Tang..."
Just as she was getting emotional, Tang Song suddenly withdrew his hand.
He stood up, looking down at her from above.
"Since you want to go, then go. By the way, see if there are any early projects suitable for investment."
Shen Yuyan swallowed and nodded, "Alright... President Tang."
"Let's go, we'll head to the meeting room now."
Shen Yuyan bit her lip, picked up the folder, and followed behind Tang Song with her head down.
Slightly past 11 in the morning.
The meeting officially ended.
Tang Song exchanged a few more polite words with Li Xindong and the others, then boarded the Rolls-Royce Phantom amidst the crowd.
