"Time to eat!"
Leng Zimo was the first to lift his bowl.
Whether at the negotiation table or in any other situation, this man, who never admitted defeat, was taking the initiative to call a truce for once.
Luo Xiaoqian let out a sigh of relief.
The world was finally quiet!
Three people ate in silence, save for the occasional clink, hardly making any noise.
As Luo Xiaoqian was almost finished with her porridge, the door was knocked on once more.
This time, a man and a woman walked in.
The man was Jiao Yang's driver, and the woman was Ailin, who had come over from Beijing.
Both approached their respective bosses.
