No venture, no gain.

Sometimes, when a person knows they are about to tread a perilous path, they have no option but to walk it.

Just like now, Song Qinghuan is aware that her actions might invite a multitude of dangers and troubles, but she cannot avoid it.

No risk, no reward.

Song Qinghuan, clutching a document, knocked on Tao Wenliang's office door and gently pushed it open after getting permission.

"Mr. Tao, hello, this is a list of staff dispatched from the headquarters. Would you please sign it?" Song Qinghuan said casually with a slight smile, showing great composure.

Tao Wenliang reached out and quickly skimmed through it.

Song Qinghuan fixed her gaze on him, her mind racing with thoughts. Biting her lip, her eyes curved into a faint smile as she casually remarked, "Mr. Tao, I saw you outside the company this afternoon. Your silhouette seemed strangely familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere before."

Upon hearing this, Tao Wenliang noticeably stiffened.