He signaled to Yi Qian to make room, and Yi Qian immediately stood up to offer his seat.
Then, the towering figure of Shengfang's highest official sat down in a subordinate's spot.
Yi Qian certainly didn't dare to take the seat vacated by his superior; turning his head, he saw Ge Yuan beside him standing up as well.
As if triggering a mechanism, the people behind him lined up neatly to give up their seats, and the last person quietly brought over a spare chair to add an extra spot.
Qu Zilan's face was a kaleidoscope of expressions. Now, even if she reached as far as she could, she would definitely not be able to touch Wen Yanqing.
"Aren't we going to start?" Wen Yanqing looked at her puzzledly, "Is President Qu perhaps not in the best shape after just getting off the plane? You look haggard, and your face is stiff. Should we postpone the meeting?"
The most vain, Qu Zilan, just wanted to swear.