After Gu Qili finished speaking, Mu Shuoqian was the first to gently clap, and the others immediately followed with thunderous applause.
He was busy, and she didn't want to bother him, but to her surprise, he had still been paying attention to her amidst his busy schedule.
Gu Qili sneakily glanced at Mu Shuoqian several times, her lips perpetually curved in a smile.
Just then, Mu Shuoqian was also looking at her. Their gazes collided mid-air, and she shyly used lip language to say to him, "Thank you."
Mu Shuoqian tilted the corner of his mouth and walked straight over, pulling her to a secluded place.
"Mu Shuoqian, what are you doing? I'm still busy."
"Just a verbal thank you?" Mu Shuoqian dominantly pushed her against the wall, his solid frame pressing against her and his enchanting gaze making her cheeks burn red. She couldn't help but look around, the conference hall was bustling and anyone might see them.
