"Ouch."
He fell hard to the ground, wincing in pain.
"Who pushed me!"
An angry voice rang out from the corridor, but unfortunately it was quiet and President Han received no response.
With a furrowed brow, President Han seemed to have thought of something, but when he turned around menacingly to confront Rong Shang...
He froze, only to find the space behind him empty; the woman who had been standing in the corridor just moments before was nowhere to be seen.
There was no one else in the entire corridor except him, which means that no one pushed him.
"strangeness."
Muttering to himself, President Han patted his suit, which had been stained white by the floor. "Nobody here?"
"How did I fall down?"
The floor was remarkably flat, with no obstacles whatsoever.
Regardless, at this moment, President Han felt a chill run down his spine.
*
As night fell, celebrities, bestselling authors under the company's banner, executives, and editors all took their seats.
As the company's editor, Rong Shang should have followed everyone else after they were seated.
Who knew that when Han Zheng came out from backstage halfway through the performance and ran into her again, he immediately asked her to go to the backstage dressing room to take care of the performing guests.
Ha, Rong Chang doesn't seem to care where she is or what she should do.
Now that he had spoken, she turned and walked towards the backstage area.
But just then, her gaze inadvertently fell on Tang Xin, who was sitting in the seat. Tang Xin was also looking at her, and when Rong Chang looked over, she smiled smugly.
Tsk, what a bunch of reckless fools.
With her eyes slightly narrowed, Rong Shang turned her face away and found Rong Xun's seat among the many guests.
After looking for only two or three seconds, Rong Shang strode off towards the backstage area.
...
The lively annual party was in progress at night.
During the event, the singers invited by Han Zheng sang a few songs on stage, which enlivened the atmosphere in the restaurant's lobby.
Despite being called an annual meeting, the event included awards for the top authors under its banner that year, popularity awards determined by online votes from fans, and of course, bonuses and raffles for editors and staff.
It can be said that Mr. Han spent a lot of money to make this annual meeting a great success.
Soon, an hour and a half passed. Among the guests, Rong Xun couldn't help but feel uneasy because he hadn't seen Rong Shang yet.
He sent Rong Shang several messages during that time, but he didn't know what she was doing and didn't reply.
In his anxiety, while the middle-aged man on stage was still giving his speech, he had already stood up from the guests' seats.
Just then, President Han's deep voice came through the microphone, "Thank you, thank you again for your support of Fengyun Company over the past year."
"Now, please move to the lobby on the seventh floor, where Mr. Han has prepared a banquet for you."
"well!"
Soon, enthusiastic applause drowned out all other sounds.
Rong Xun's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly. He placed the two trophies he had just won on his seat, and then, as others got up, he took his phone and walked away.
However, he wasn't going to the seventh-floor lobby to drink and chat with people; he was going to make a phone call to Rong Shang.
"Rong Xun, you haven't received your trophy yet."
Behind him, Tang Xin's anxious voice came, but Rong Xun remained expressionless, pretending not to hear it, and walked straight outside.
Fortunately, Rong Shang finally answered the phone and said that Han Zheng had called her backstage to work.
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