A Clear Conscience

"No problem, President Shan." Cheng Yue gradually regained his composure. Realizing that he had lost his composure just now, he sat back in his seat. "No matter what the final outcome is, I'm very grateful to you tonight. Please take care of me in the future, President Shan. If there's anything you need my help with, feel free to ask. I'll definitely do my best."

"Understood, Mr. Cheng. We'll take care of each other."

Gradually, Zhou Xuan became free, and the guests in the venue also entered their own play segment. After Shan Yue finished her conversation with Cheng Yue, she came to a relatively quiet place with Zhou Xuan.