The phone in her hand continued to ring.
The sound of high heels clacked ominously on the stairs.
She ascended with her mobile phone, silent for a few seconds before answering the call.
"Where are you?" Song Rong's anxious voice rose, her usual gentleness diminished by her urgency.
"At someone else's engagement party," Jiang Muwan replied, her response seemingly off-topic.
"You know what I'm asking," Song Rong's voice turned sharper.
Jiang Muwan pursed her lips, her teeth gently nibbling her lip, her gaze shifting to the first-floor deck. She spotted Yang Shan staggering to her feet. Her tone grew heavier as she said, "At C City's branch office."
"Since when do you have a branch office in C City?" Song Rong asked.
"Last year, for business needs," Jiang Muwan succinctly informed her of the time, then used the four words "for business needs" to block any further inquiries or rebukes from Song Rong.
