When she was in a daze, several female hosts, including He Yiyi and Li Qingya, squeezed forward.
He Yiyi even gave Tang Song a hug, appearing particularly close.
A wave of inexplicable emotions surged in her heart: jealousy, loss, urgency…
Cheng Qiuyu struggled to suppress her inner impulse.
She took a few steps forward and stood in front of Tang Song, "Good morning, President Tang."
Though her expression remained indifferent, her voice carried a slight tremor.
"Morning." Tang Song nodded with a smile, then asked, "Where's Lingling? Why don't I see her?"
Cheng Qiuyu bowed her head and replied, "Lingling is at a meeting at Huashang Clothing this morning, about starting to design the first edition of the clothes."
"Hmm, alright." Tang Song said nothing more and stepped into the large meeting room.
Watching his back, Cheng Qiuyu felt a blockage in her heart, a sense of grievance and loss.
