The audience at the scene, hearing Tan Qiming's words, began murmuring among themselves. Those unfamiliar with the Fu Group's driver positions and those from Huasheng Technology were all discussing who Ms. Wen might be...
Wen Ran had initially intended to hide.
But Tan Qiming's voice reached her ears again: "Wen Ran, can you come up and listen to what I have to say?"
In an instant, her situation became even more passive.
Fu Chenlie was standing on the stage, his hand casually tucked into his trouser pocket. His gaze cutting through the crowd, landing ten meters away on her figure. His darkly intense eyes were sharp, their deeper meaning indecipherable.
Jiang Yan stood beside Wen Ran, unsure of what to say for the moment.
At this point, an employee of the Fu Group who recognized Wen Ran spoke up—
"Isn't Wen Ran Mr. Fu's driver?"
"So Tan Qiming was calling for Driver Wen? I thought he meant some Ms. Wen."