President Huang thought that Nan Xun and Tang Mo did not know each other and introduced them to each other.
Tang Mo stubbed out the cigarette between his lips in the ashtray, stood up, and reached out his hand to Nan Xun.
His gaze landed on Nan Xun deeply.
Nan Xun had tied her hair into a low ponytail today. Her fair forehead and face were exposed. She had not been able to eat anything in the past two months and looked thinner, making her look even smaller and prettier.
There was no makeup on her face, only a little lip gloss. She was wearing a red shirt and wide-legged pants, her professional aura exuding a hint of workplace coldness.
Nan Xun ignored Tang Mo's scorching gaze and treated him like a stranger she had just met. She reached out her hand politely. "Hello, President Tang."
