"Oh, come on, stop spreading your love story here!"
With a playful laugh, Meng Ran raised his glass.
The atmosphere among the three instantly became pleasant and close again.
Seeing that Tang Song didn't become distant due to his identity being exposed, Meng Ran finally felt relieved.
Just then.
A commotion erupted unexpectedly from a corner of the banquet hall.
Xie Shuyu and Meng Ran instinctively turned their heads towards the sound.
They saw a woman, around forty years old, being personally accompanied by several leaders from the organizers as she appeared amidst the crowd.
She wore a dark gray suit, had her hair up meticulously, and walked with steady steps.
Her features weren't particularly striking, yet she exuded a strong sense of order and presence.
Her appearance didn't draw the crowd's attention like Zhao Wen before.
