Kang Zhenyu didn't ask further but confirmed the meeting time with Yuran, "Okay, no problem. When does President Yu plan to meet her?"
Yuran glanced at his watch, frowned, realizing that meeting now would likely be too late, so it would have to wait until after the weekend.
"Next Monday, ask her to come to the company to talk."
Kang Zhenyu wasn't sure he could get Meng Qiuyan to come to the company. In recent years, Qiuyan had endured a tightrope existence; her days had been filled with hardships. Without being sure of her safety on his side, she might not agree to meet.
He shared his concerns with Yuran, who knitted her brows, "Brother Kang, then please tell her that it's me, Yuran, who wants to see her.
If she still has doubts by then, you can call me directly, okay?"
"Okay." With Yuran's attitude, Kang Zhenyu felt as if a heavy stone had been lifted from his heart.
