Bian Yue was taken aback, then smiled.
"Thank you."
"No need to thank Mrs. Shen! Assistant Kang told us to be enthusiastic when we see you!"
The front desk executive said with a grin, "We usually don't even greet Mr. Shen when we see him."
Bian Yue was quite surprised: "Is that so?"
"Mr. Shen doesn't like to be the center of attention," the executive explained.
It was indeed Shen Jinci's style.
The executive led Bian Yue to a private elevator nearby.
"Mrs. Shen, the elevator has arrived."
With the elevator doors slowly opening, the executive's address of "Mrs. Shen" was even more diligent.
Bian Yue still said thank you in a low voice.
She felt a very unreal sensation.
It was as if at this moment, the identity of Mrs. Shen was solemnly pasted onto Bian Yue's body, clearer than ever.
Meanwhile, inside the meeting room, there was another scene entirely.
Shen Shiniang being driven out of Xiangjiang had been a while, and it was not usually brought up anymore.
