Halfway through the afternoon, both Mo Qingchen and Qian Meng finished work. He looked up from his laptop curiously and placed his elbows on the table. "Tell me. What did you plan for the evening?" he asked.
She was surprised. "I thought you would have a lot of work. Is this how you usually do it? Do you finish this early?" she asked.
He shook his head. "The heavy period of work is over. And I took a page from my own preaching and trusted my employees to do their work well."
She bit her lip trying to suppress her smile. "Well, it seems, I have more time on my hands when I am not running around like a headless chicken," she admitted.
"Stop changing the topic. Where are we going?" she asked.
