In order to avoid the blind date, Qin Mu set off for a business trip to F City at noon the next day.
Little Liu rejected Cheng Jia's invitation, claiming to be too busy these days. On Saturday morning, Zhou Lin left the country alone, only sending a short message to Wen Ran just before her flight.
Because of some temporary problems at the company, Mo Xiuchen had his lunch quickly and then returned to work. At half past three in the afternoon, right after finishing his call with Wen Ran, Cheng Jia's call arrived.
"Young Master Mo, I have prepared all the things. I wanted to ask Little Liu to deliver them to you, but he seems to be busy these days, so I will deliver them to you."
"Sure!"
Mo Xiuchen leaned his tall, lazy body into his chair, his long fingers absentmindedly twirling his signature pen. The voice that poured from his thin lips was deep and sounded nonchalant.
