Qin Zhi'ai's phone rang again.
It was from the conference room. She picked it up and answered in a professional tone, "Are you ready? Okay, I will take Mr. Gu over right now."
After hanging up, Qin Zhi'ai turned around to face Gu Yusheng and said, "Mr. Gu, your speech is about to start. May I take you there now?"
Gu Yusheng sat still on the sofa with a cigarette between his fingers. He stared at her eyes.
He looked quite different than before. He seemed neither as cold nor as aloof as he had in the past. His eyes were bright, and he looked sharper and more energetic.
Qin Zhi'ai was tensing up under Gu Yusheng's gaze. She curled her fingers and pulled them into fists. She started to look flustered but maintained her calm. After no response, she said again, "Mr. Gu, your speech will start soon. We should leave now."