"Yeah, I trust you."
"I'll resign from Shu Cheng Technology soon."
"If you encounter any difficulties resigning, feel free to contact me." Tang Song paused for a moment and then added, "I'll send you the WeChat contact of my friend from Star Cloud International Group later; she'll be in Yang City for a while, and you can reach out to her if needed."
"Okay." Zhang Yan clasped her hands in front of her, standing there, still staring steadily at Tang Song, as if there was more she hadn't said.
The air became quiet.
"What's wrong?"
Zhang Yan's lips moved slightly, "I, I have so much I want to say to you. Is now a good time?"
"Wait a moment."
After speaking, Tang Song turned around and strode back to the hotel entrance, carefully handing the "valuable" gift box to the staff who came forward, whispering a few words to them.
Then, he jogged back to her side.
