Goodbye, Mr. Ma.

The crowd dispersed, but Cheng Cheng remained standing, saying, "President Ma."

Mr. Ma looked at her and asked, "What's going on? I just heard everyone talking about Fang Tong. What happened to her?"

Cheng Cheng looked a little embarrassed: "It seems that someone saw a male customer come to pick up Fang Tong, and everyone was talking about it..."

Cheng Cheng deliberately explained, "That client just came by with his girlfriend this afternoon. I guess they still have wedding details to discuss with Fang Tong."

Mr. Ma frowned slightly: "Which client?"

"The list of Chen Chu, president of Wuyu Entertainment, and his girlfriend."

Mr. Ma nodded: "Okay, I understand. You should go home early too."

"Okay, Mr. Ma, take care."

Cheng Cheng watched as Mr. Ma's car drove away from the parking lot before giving a cool, sly smile.

Just wait and see.

The top strategist will be mine sooner or later!

...

Meanwhile, in Chen Ci's car, Fang Tong leaned back in her seat, lost in thought.

Seeing her unusual silence, Chen Ci finally spoke up to explain: "Fang Tong, there's something I haven't told you yet."

Fang Tong turned to look at him: "You say it."

Chen Ci paused for a moment: "Actually, when you asked me at the hospital if this was the first time we'd met, I didn't answer you then, because..."

He paused for a moment: "Because this isn't the first time we've met."

Fang Tong understood: "It was you at the bar that day."

Chen Ci nodded: "Yes."

Fang Tong shifted her gaze from his face, her brows furrowing slightly.

At least at the time, the two were strangers, so why did Chen Ci react that way to her?

She tried hard to recall what he had said at the time.

The surrounding noise made it difficult for her to hear clearly, but she vaguely remembered hearing something like, "When did you arrive? Am I dreaming? I dream about you every night..."

So, what did he mean?