Continuing with the meal, it had lost its flavor. Yang Chen managed to finish the large bowl of porridge, while Lin Ruoxi took a few bites before setting down her chopsticks, just like Lin Lian.
Mrs. Wang swiftly cleared the table, leaving the tea-making task to Lin Lian. She probably didn't want to linger in the presence of such a prominent figure. Mrs. Wang couldn't help but wonder why such a person suddenly appeared at their home. Could it be that Lin Ruoxi's business had grown so big that even national leaders wanted to drop by?
Yang Mingjing was engrossed in inspecting a painting by a famous Western artist that Lin Ruoxi had bought. The elderly woman reminded him, "Master, we're done eating."
Turning around with a smile, Yang Mingjing pointed at the oil painting on the wall and said to Lin Ruoxi, "These Western paintings look nice, but I always feel that photographs are more real."
