Hong Kong, Hill Hotel lobby.
"Qingyu, why hasn't Mr. Wu arrived yet? It's been over half an hour." An Lan glanced at her watch, anxiously speaking, while Su Qingyu's body trembled slightly, knowing she was more nervous than anyone else.
"Miss Su, I just received a notification." At this moment, a bodyguard beside them spoke.
"What notification?" Su Qingyu, her nerves twitching sensitively, asked.
"Old Mr. Wu is feeling unwell today, he just called, hoping to postpone the negotiation for two days." The bodyguard explained.
"Qingyu, this is..." Hearing this news, both of them were quite shocked, An Lan looked at Su Qingyu beside her, seeking her opinion.
"Well then, if it's because Old Mr. Wu is not feeling well, it's okay to negotiate later. Please convey my wishes for his quick recovery." Su Qingyu hesitated for a while before speaking slowly.
"Okay, Miss Su, I will definitely pass on the message." The bodyguard nodded and then turned to leave.
