Zheng Haoyu suddenly stood up from somewhere, the spotlight fell on him as he walked towards her. Su Nian was still holding the glass, unsure of how to react. In the past few years, no matter where she spoke, she would never lose her composure, let alone appear dazed and confused.
"Frightened?" The man's gentle, smiling voice echoed in her ear, and his hand clasped her wrist, taking the glass from her and placing it on the table. Zheng Haoyu took her hand and led her towards the stage.
Su Nian frowned and muttered, "Zheng Haoyu, what are you doing?"
"I haven't done anything; you forgot, the card was put in by you." Zheng Haoyu shook his head with a smile.
Su Nian was speechless. With everyone's eyes on her, she had no choice but to follow Zheng Haoyu onto the stage. She said a few symbolic words, and the gala began.
As soon as she stepped off the stage, Su Nian walked straight towards Zheng Haoyu and bluntly asked, "What were you doing with the president just now?"
