Seeing Mu Shuoqian suddenly stop in his tracks, Gu Qili's heart instantly tightened.
Her mind was racing, thinking of an excuse to leave without offending the leaders, but even more so, she didn't want to offend him.
Mu Shuoqian paused only for two or three seconds before continuing forward as if nothing had happened, leaving the private room for the lounge, his hand still in his trouser pocket.
A large group followed behind, chattering and laughing until they reached the hotel entrance.
A senior executive was on the phone booking a room; Gu Qili walked side by side with Liu Zhining, discussing work matters with him.
Suddenly, Mu Shuoqian, who was at the front, had his phone ring from his pocket. He didn't continue outside but stopped in front of the revolving door to answer the call. As he didn't move, the rest of the people, like beached fish, could only wait quietly in place.
