Shen Qinglin didn't pay much attention to the online chatter, but she was vaguely aware that Tang Xi was Fu Tingzhou's wife.
She's now the director of the Fu's design department.
Mai En is very young, of mixed blood, with a foreign grandfather. Her eyes bear a light shade of pale blue, like a calm and pure lake.
"Miss Tang, I've heard my mother mention your name and have always wanted to meet you." She smiled warmly, extending her hand to Tang Xi.
"Thank you."
Tang Xi exchanged contact information with Mai En.
At that moment, Mai En's phone buzzed.
Her phone was on the table, and Tang Xi could clearly see the two characters 'Yiran' flashing on the screen.
Tang Xi was taken aback.
Yiran.
Had she misunderstood?
Or...
Mai En picked up the phone, "My dear, I'm at a banquet, okay, I get it, yes, I understand, I'll tell mom."
A man's voice could also be heard on the other end.
Perhaps the room was too quiet, so Tang Xi could clearly hear his voice.
