UK, outside the conference hall.
During a break in the meeting, Jiang Jingheng stepped out to call Mu Yan.
Hearing the heaviness in her voice, he asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing much."
Jiang Jingheng's brow furrowed slightly, "Have you been crying?"
"Yes, the TV drama was so touching, it made me cry. I can't help it, I have a low threshold for tears." She said with a hint of a smile.
Jiang Jingheng's eyes darkened slightly, recalling that not long ago Song Cheng'an mentioned something to him.
On the day her brother had the accident, she didn't shed a single tear from start to finish, strong like she wasn't a girl.
He asked, "Are you at the hospital now?"
"Yes, I haven't spent time with Mu Chen for several days."
"Hmm, Song Cheng'an said you're holding a press conference tomorrow."
"Why does Brother Song report everything to you? That's a small matter, you don't need to worry, just focus on your work."
