At the moment, the staff in the planning department were sitting in the meeting room, expecting Mu Qiqi, that young lady to clarify their doubts. However, it was Sheng Minghui, the seventh young lady of the Sheng family, who walked into the meeting room.
They put down the pens in their hands and exchanged glances with each other. What kind of a joke was this?
Sheng Minghui walked swiftly toward the main seat and sat down. She quickly adjusted her condition and greeted everyone. "Nice to meet you. I am Sheng Minghui who will be leading the planning department soon. So, I will chair the meeting for today."
"How about Miss Mu?"
"She will not come to Huang Yao again. After all, Grandpa just gave her a small task. She has completed it, so it is only natural for her to step down. I know this will be the last meeting for the event. If you have anything to ask, please go ahead."
