"Yes. It's going to be a rough few days, so I will deliver the food to you when I can. Xiong Hua will send someone for the rest of the time. At least I won't need to worry about your meals, then!" he huffed.
Qian Meng snickered. "It's a complete disaster. I am waiting for the first cycle of newspapers to come out. Moreover, once the country wakes up, it's going to be another storm."
He patted her head. "You'll overcome it. I have no doubt. When have you allowed something you set you back?" he asked softly.
"Damn right!" Qian Meng shouted, feeling enthusiastic all of a sudden. "Let me show you how a crisis is handled, Mr. Mo!"
Mo Qingchen shook his head in amusement. "You're not devastated, that's good. Yes, Mrs. Mo. Show me how it's done, okay?"
Qian Meng opened the box and her eyes became wide with wonder. "Are you feeding a small army or do you think I am a pig?" she questioned, turning to him with her hands on her waist.
