"I'm back." After sending Xia Wan home, Chen Mo called Xu Ye.
"You little rascal, didn't you come back early this morning? Why are you only contacting me now?" Xu Ye teased somewhat discontentedly, "Did you go to Xia Wan's side to scout the enemy?"
"Where are you? I'll come to you." Chen Mo ignored Xu Ye's teasing, his voice rigid enough to convey his current displeasure.
"Good timing, I'll take you to meet someone. Maybe it will improve your mood." Xu Ye gave Chen Mo an address and then hung up the phone.
In the largest private room of Dongxing Pavilion, a middle-aged man dressed in a dark grey suit and with slicked-back hair, was lighting a cigar.
"I say, Xiao Xu, when exactly is this Mr. Chen going to arrive?"
"We've been waiting here for an hour now. Why haven't we seen anyone?"
"If Mr. Chen doesn't have the sincerity, then we might as well not..."
