The company's senior executives had mostly arrived, and Director Liu of the Public Relations department hurriedly welcomed everyone to the luxurious banquet table, attentively arranging their seats.
At banquets between superiors and subordinates, seating was always arranged according to rank and status.
Han Luoli was naturally assigned the seat of honor, and it was only natural for Director Wen Mu, a long-time employee, to be seated to the left of the president.
Devoid of the young lady by his side, Han Luoli's mood was unsettled throughout the evening. He sat with a cold face and silent, like a bronze statue, emanating a chilly, unyielding glow. His gaze seemed to fix on nowhere, lacking a focal point.
He had always loathed such occasions. How could they compare to holding Xiao Er's soft body in sleep?
"Luoli, where is Miss Gu?" Director Wen Mu leaned over and asked, feigning ignorance.
Han Luoli turned his head away, ignoring her.
