The moment Tang Xiyu's name was spoken, the conference room fell silent.
The previously lively discussion froze midair, as if someone had sliced the sound out of the room. Documents were suddenly very interesting to look at.
Tea cups were lifted, set down, then lifted again. Eyes shifted from one executive to another, then inevitably landed on the man at the head of the table.
Mo Yuzhen didn't react.
He lounged lazily in his leather chair, one arm resting on the armrest, expression indifferent, his posture languid, yet the air seemed to thin around him. It was precisely that calmness that made everyone's backs straighten.
After all, rumours had long since circulated through the upper floors about President Mo's unusual attention toward a certain newly signed actress. Tang Xiyu hadn't even debuted yet. Her drama was still filming.
