Lin Mo gave a bitter smile, "Fine then."
He then pressed the call bell beside the sofa.
The door was pushed open.
A trader weighing over 200 pounds walked in with a pale face. Although Lin Mo's loss had nothing to do with her directly, such a loss also suggested she might lose a major client.
Fearing Lin Mo was in a bad mood because of the financial loss, the trader asked cautiously, "Sir, may I assist you with anything?"
"If you need to sell stocks, trading can only resume in two hours."
Lin Mo looked at his wife and said, "Ask her if there's anything to eat and get her to bring some over."
Li Jinwen asked in English.
The trader nodded repeatedly, said a bunch, and walked out. Then after a while, lots of food was brought into the room.
It wasn't traditional American food, but various Chinese dishes, though there were also some steaks, pasta, etc., with elegant presentation and appealing looks that made one hungry at first glance.
