As the man spoke, he turned on the only TV in the hotel.

The TV is running a live news channel.

The picture on the screen is so familiar. The bright banners hung by the

helicopters, the outdoor banquet halls, the fragrant lilies, and the perfume lily from abroad, all reminded Song Weiqing that she was secretly leaving the reception hall.

And the big screen on the main stage of the meeting, which was supposed to show her military story, is now playing the conversation she had just talked to the man.

On the screen of the TV, she was shocked, just like she is now.

Live simultaneous broadcast?

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