He even deliberately took her scarf to throw it away, how excessive, excessively childish.
Lan Mu lifted his head and countered the woman opposite him, "What? You want revenge?"
"I don't have the capability."
"Eat quickly, I still have a meeting to attend."
"You eat one too."
"It's the last one."
"You have it."
"You eat."
"Let's play rock-paper-scissors; loser eats."
"Scissors."
"Rock."
Mrs. Wu: "..."
Are these two three years old?
...
During breakfast, Zhou Sicheng made more than a dozen calls to Lan Mu, urging him to hurry back to the club for a meeting, but it didn't affect his playful banter with Yan Zao over breakfast.
Knowing he had important matters to attend to, Yan Zao took a taxi after finishing her meal.
Lan Mu drove on the edge of speeding the entire way to the club, arriving in the shortest time possible.
The club's office building had just two floors and was designed similar to a shopping mall, with a void in the center reaching to the top.
