Zhou Xiaoshu finished her meal and didn't linger in Su Weifeng's office, leaving right away.
After working out at the gym for a while at noon, Su Weifeng still hadn't seen Feng Bao'er, clearly indicating she had not yet recovered.
Just as he returned to the office, Su Weifeng's phone rang.
The call was from President Zhao of Jinhui Company in the provincial city, with whom he had arranged to have dinner that evening to discuss upcoming collaborations.
Su Weifeng promptly answered, "President Zhao, are you done with your work? Shall I come pick you up now?"
"President Su…," President Zhao's voice had a hint of embarrassment, "I'm really sorry, but something's come up for me tonight, and I can't make it to dinner with you."
Su Weifeng laughed, "That's really too bad, then. We'll have to reschedule for another time."
"Ahem...," President Zhao coughed lightly, "President Su, the thing is…"
Su Weifeng's brows knitted slightly, "President Zhao, please speak freely."
