"Hmm, you're right," Qi Lingfeng nodded. "It was me who didn't consider everything thoroughly. No matter, let's continue with the bidding tomorrow. We'll have more opportunities to work together in the future."
"Okay," Qiao Xiguan nodded.
"It's getting late. Let's all head back, and we'll stay in touch," Qi Lingfeng said, seeming very gentle, as if he treated everyone with the same light indifference, as though there was warm water flowing slowly.
Both individuals left in succession.
Qi Lingfeng sat in his car, watching Qiao Xiguan getting into a taxi and disappearing from his view.
He calmly picked up his phone and dialed, "Hello, Zihan."
"Ling Feng. What is it?"
"The bidding is tomorrow," Qi Lingfeng said. "I'm not feeling too confident."
