How he knew, she didn't know.
She pulled out the seat and sat down. "Alright, this is your chance. If I finish my food and you're still talking in circles or being silent, I will kick you out of the room," she said sternly to Mo Qingchen.
"Fair enough," he replied, pouring himself a glass of water. "Shall I begin my explanation then?"
"Quickly," she answered, opening her chopsticks.
He sighed and then opened his own.
"How long until you take over the Bai's company? And how long can you fend off your father?"
"I haven't started the process to take over yet. And my father is a lost cause. Why?" she answered quickly.
It sure felt like a lost cause.
"Do you agree that not having your father breathing down your neck would be significantly helpful in quickening the time it will take for you to take over the business?" he asked before popping a piece of sushi into his mouth and chewing.
"Isn't that obvious?"
