Bai Zhi's gaze returned, meeting Duan Xingzhi's eyes, but only for a brief moment. Bai Zhi quickly turned her head away, not looking at him anymore.
She could feel her heart pounding incessantly, as if it could jump out of her throat at any moment.
This feeling was hard for her to describe—somewhat tense, a bit scared, yet mixed with a vague, inexplicable excitement.
What was she excited about?
How could she be excited at this moment? She should be scared, wondering if he might do something inappropriate in such a setting today.
The chairman stood on stage speaking, while everyone listened. Fortunately, he didn't do a formal report, just said a few words and motivated the employees before concluding.
As soon as the speech ended, the music for dancing began, and men and women started entering the dance floor. Bai Zhi moved aside, pulling Zhu Zhu with her.
"Why are we moving here? Are you trying to avoid being seen, or you don't want to dance?"
