Today, the Quan Group is holding a business meeting, and Su Li is accompanying Quan Ye there.

When the company garage arrived, it was already full of all kinds of luxury cars. The CEOs of the group that was cooperating with Quan's Group today had all come.

"Secretary Su, the contract and documents are here, all ready."

Xu Ming walked over and handed her a thick yellow paper bag.

Su Li bent down to get out of the car and took it, saying, "Thank you, you've worked hard."

"fine."

Quan Ye walked ahead, then turned to look at them. "Aren't you going to leave? Are you planning to be late?"

Su Li and Xu Ming exchanged a glance and quickly followed.

When the group appeared in the large conference room, everyone inside looked up.

Quan Ye, dressed in a black suit, exuded a solemn and imposing aura. The woman beside him wore a professional skirt that accentuated her shapely figure, and her long hair was tied low behind her head, making her look capable and stylish.

The two of them walking together looked perfectly matched.

Song Wan sat in her seat, her face trembling with jealousy, clutching the pen tightly in her hand.

Su Li walked up behind Quan Ye and stood still, her gaze sweeping over him slightly.

Even Fu Zelian came.

"The meeting may begin." Quan Ye gave the order, and people began to speak.

Su Li opened the file bag in her hand, thinking that it would be her turn to speak later, so she should prepare in advance.

Song Wan suddenly interrupted, "Secretary Su, are you holding documents for the West Coast project we're cooperating on?"

"yes."

“Then we should all receive a copy. The West Coast project is huge, and almost everyone here is involved. It wouldn’t be right if you weren’t well-prepared.”

Su Li looked at her sharp gaze and pursed her lips without saying a word.

It's just printing a few more copies, it's not a big deal.

She looked at Quan Ye and said, "Mr. Quan, I'll go out and prepare a few more portions now. Thank you for the reminder, Miss Song."

Quan Ye nodded in agreement.

She turned and left the conference room.

Song Wan stared at her haughty figure, her eyes filled with displeasure, then looked at her assistant and asked, "Did my brother say when he's coming? The meeting is about to start."

"Don't worry, Miss. Mr. Song was delayed by something on the way and is on his way."

As Su Li turned the corner in the corridor, she suddenly bumped into a cleaner's cart.

Her high heels twisted, and she fell to the ground, the documents in her hand falling into the bucket of dirty water with a thud.

The cleaner immediately exclaimed, "I'm so sorry, are you alright?"

Su Li lay on the ground, feeling a stinging pain in her ankle.

Looking down, I saw that my ankle had been scratched by the cleaning truck and was bleeding.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to. I'll go get someone." After saying that, the cleaner turned and ran away.

Su Li struggled to get up, but it was inconvenient to do so while wearing high heels.

A large hand reached out and helped her up from the ground.

A broad, warm embrace from behind, a feeling of comfort and security.

She turned her head and saw that the man was over 1.8 meters tall, handsome and dashing, with an extraordinary temperament.

"Thanks."

After regaining her balance, she slowly distanced herself from him and leaned against the wall to stand still.

"You're welcome." Song Qinze withdrew his hand and looked at her politely, asking, "Does your foot hurt a lot? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

He was followed by an assistant, who was probably also there to attend the Quan Group meeting.

"No need." Su Li looked at the injury on her foot. Nothing was more important than the meeting. She would endure the pain, no matter how much it hurt.

"Oops!"

Seeing the documents completely soaked in the dirty water bucket, she felt terrible.