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The familiar scent of perfume wafted by.
A soft and sweet voice whispered in his ear, "President Tang."
Tang Song paused his conversation with others, slowly turned around, and his gaze fell on Shen Yuyan.
With his movement, the crowd around them instinctively shifted their attention, low conversations rose and fell, leaving this space to the two of them.
Only Anne remained beside Tang Song, her gaze coldly scrutinizing this "Consultant-Shirley."
She normally wouldn't take such a young woman seriously, even if there seemed to be some ambiguous interaction between her and Tang Song.
But no one could deny she was also a "Consultant."
When they first met, the aloof Song introduced her with that title.
For Anne, it was a special memory—a time that made her feel singularly wonderful.
Proud as she was, she naturally couldn't tolerate another "Consultant" appearing in her territory, especially when this role was closely linked to Tang Song.
