"The Miss Shen who was just drinking over there, Shirley, seems to be the Chairman's Special Assistant for Rongliu."
"Confluent Capital, yes, that's Rongliu."
…
The conversation on the terrace, like a spark igniting the fuse, exploded rapidly.
The previously composed and elegant financial professionals now bowed their heads to check their phones, their expressions gradually shifting from restraint to shock, their eyes becoming passionate and complex.
Standing on the edge of the crowd, Ji Yingying's mind was suddenly blown.
The smile on her face froze, and her lips involuntarily twitched slightly.
The champagne in her hand shook gently, almost spilling.
She quickly pulled out her phone, her fingertips trembling as she tapped the news link.
Her face revealed an incredulous expression.
Zhou Wei next to her was no longer calm. He took a deep breath and lowered his voice: "Yingying, let's go over and talk to Miss Shen."
