As the meeting ended, the producers began to pack their belongings and leave one by one. Song Xing Xing sat on the swiveling chair with her eyes still focusing on the computer screen.
Seeing that the girl did not make a move to leave, Producer Ming rapped his knuckle on the table to get her attention.
Looking up, Song Xing Xing found that the producer was staring back at her. Her eyes blinked in confusion.
"Song Xing Xing, everyone had already left. Are you not going to leave?"
She started to look around and found that there were only the two of them left in the meeting room. Song Xing Xing gathered her belongings and leave the room.
As she entered the office, the phone in her hand started to buzz. Her eyes widened in surprise upon seeing the name on her phone screen. Worried that someone might see something, Song Xing Xing covered her phone with both hands before she started to hide in a corner.