An innovative technology company—Ziyu New Science and Technology—had its office located in an apartment-style office building.
In this area, this place was barely presentable, somewhat famous.
However, Feng merely glanced at it indifferently, showing no interest whatsoever.
His company, Zhongjing Media, was housed in a landmark building of Zhongjing; compared to that, this place paled into insignificance a hundred times over.
Jiang Lu had extended her invitations repeatedly.
Feng merely offered an indifferent smile in return and responded, "No thanks, I have other things to do," decisively turning her down.
Jiang Lu couldn't help feeling deeply disappointed.
"You two go ahead. I have some change; I'll pay," Bai Xiaosheng said with a smile to her and Luran.
"Your money might just be enough to cover the cab fare," Jiang Lu muttered as she got out of the car.
