Press Conference ( 2 )

Five days later, the conference hall of Feng Group was filled with reporters, and the staff were busy with final preparations, checking the microphones and other equipment.

In the president's office, Yan Yuling paced nervously while Feng Zhexuan worked.

Sitting at his desk, Feng Zhexuan looked at his wife and said helplessly, "Wife, take a deep breath and try to relax. If you keep pacing, you will feel tired later."

Yan Yuling glared at her husband and said, "Husband, you are used to this, but I'm not. You wouldn't understand how I feel."

Feng Zhexuan let out a sigh, put down his fountain pen, and walked over to her. With her pacing, it was impossible for him to focus on his work.

He held his wife's hand and led her to the couch. Once they sat down, he lightly tapped her nose and asked, "Wife, what are you worried about? Didn't we agree that I would handle everything and you just need to look beautiful?"