Cheng Lang nodded—rubbed his temples—and walked out of the bedroom. There were three meetings coming up; he was supposed to be there in person, but he stood all the senior management up last night. Cheng Lang's eyes darkened. He must never make such a mistake again.
Meanwhile, at the Liu residence, Liu Xiangru did not immediately take action after receiving the news last night. She glanced at the full table of breakfast and sat down. In another 10 minutes, Nie Heng's men would show up, bearing gifts of the most popular stuff of the season. This had almost become a tradition for the past few years.
