The moment the executives behind him sensed the change in Tang Song's aura, they tensed up, fine beads of sweat forming on their foreheads.
Just then.
Tang Song turned his head, his calm gaze settling on Qiao Anji's face.
"President Qiao."
"Here, Chairman Tang!" Qiao Anji instinctively bowed.
"Arrange a quiet tea room for me at the Guyi Business Club on the fifth floor." His voice was not loud, yet it carried an unquestionable force. "Also, pass a message to my girlfriend, Miss Tian. Tell her I'm going to meet a friend and will be delayed for a few minutes. I'll head north afterward." Having finished giving his instructions, he said nothing more.
He strode forward on his long legs, heading straight for the private elevator.
His pace was neither hurried nor slow. Every step was as precise as if measured with a ruler, yet carried an impeccable rhythm of elegance.
As he entered the elevator, he calmly dialed Annie's number.
"Oh, dear Song." Annie's lazy, seductive voice came through the phone. "Do you miss me? It's rare for you to call me first. What a pleasant surprise!"
"I'm at the club on the fifth floor of Lanfeng International Hotel." Tang Song ignored her teasing, his voice as calm as a deep pool. "You have five minutes. Come see me."
"What?" Annie paused. "Darling, I have something very important to handle. If you call me over now, I'll miss the show—"
"Annie Kate." Tang Song's voice remained calm, but it carried the authority of someone in command. "You can choose not to come."
With that, he hung up.
At this moment, his mind was sharp and meticulous. He instantly identified the biggest and most uncontrollable variable in this birthday banquet instance: Annie Kate.
Wu Kezhi would keep to his duty.