Until dinner, Yun Qian Meng tried to wrap up all her appointments. She received email briefs from her executive staff and her phone had been filled with missed calls, notably quite a few from her biological mother.
She ignored the calls for the most part and concentrated on her work. Come dinner, she went out of the room and called the butler, who she now called Kevin. Yes, she was on a first-name basis with the butler who was, no doubt, adamant not to associate with her.
Mo Qingchen was already at the dining table, his laptop in front of him. He was typing at lightning speed and Qian Meng was a little scared of sitting down across from him lest she disturbed his flow.
He paused mid-typing and looked up. "Give me a couple of minutes." Qian Meng nodded. The look in his eyes said that he was inspired. He took thirty more minutes and dinner was already served.
Qian Meng had already finished dinner by the time he was done.
"You're done already?" he asked, displeased.
