"If President Yu is asking personally, I would be happy to oblige." Ian spoke with a lingering tenderness, his eyes fixed steadily on Shang Yu. Even someone as detached from worldly affairs as Jiang Yuansheng could tell that something wasn't quite right.
Not far away at the front desk, Wujin silently took a drag of his cigarette and turned his face away, though his ears remained pricked to listen.
Shang Yu fiddled with the ring on his left hand and gave a mirthless smile. "Since Mr. Locke is so inclined, I’ll have my secretary send you my business card later. I hope to see you at our company’s annual meeting this year!"
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