Xu Zhitang
On the corridor outside the conference room, the glass curtain wall reflected the daylight.
You were carrying a stack of project documents and turned the corner briskly, colliding head-on with Xu Zhitang.
She was in a dark suit, her executive assistant trailing behind. She stopped in her tracks, her gaze landing on your face.
After a brief moment of bewilderment, she returned to her usual composure, her tone flat and unruffled.
"Long time no see."
Your fingertips tightened. Steadying yourself, you kept your distance with polite formality: "President Xu."
Xu Zhitang's eyes swept calmly over the proposals in your arms, and her thin lips parted slightly: "So you're the liaison for this collaboration."Please log in to continue the conversation.