"Ding—" The elevator came to a steady stop on the first floor.
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"Mr. Xie, Mr. Meng, take care." Secretary Chen stood at the elevator entrance without seeing them out, merely bowing in a formal farewell.
Her manners were impeccable, yet she maintained just the right sense of distance. Her sense of propriety was excellent.
"Thank you for your hard work, Secretary Chen. Please head back," Xie Shuyu said, nodding in return.
They walked out of the hotel lobby.
The city's winter wind, mixed with honking and noise, rushed toward them.
They arrived at the aboveground parking lot and climbed into the rugged Jeep Wrangler.
"Bang."
The car door shut, blocking out the noise and cold wind outside.
The car did not start immediately.
The two of them sat in the front seats, staring silently through the windshield at the parking lot ahead.
After a while.
"Gulp—" Meng Ran swallowed hard, as though she had just been jolted awake.
She grabbed the Chanel bag by her feet and began frantically rummaging through it.
Her movements were hurried and rough. Even the lipstick she usually treasured most was flung onto the floor mat. Finally, she found her phone and tapped rapidly at the screen.
"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!" She said it three times in a row, each cry more shrill than the last.
Xie Shuyu turned sideways, looking at her usually shrewd and capable friend's utterly disheveled state. Her voice was slightly dry. "What is it?"
"I found it! I really found it!" Meng Ran held her phone up before her. "I just searched Tang Song, Tang Jin Family Office, and Xuanji Light Realm on foreign websites—there really are reports! They were just too obscure before, mostly concentrated in those top-tier niche business journals. They never trended