Luckily, at this time, Uncle Lun smiled and spoke, lightening the mood, "Right, we also have Carpaccio, freshly delivered from Tsukiji, raw beef. Come, serve the dish."
By doing so, the awkwardness was finally diffused.
Lunch passed by.
In the afternoon, Huo Zhenyang went to the office Uncle Lun had prepared to review the contract again.
Jiayi was arranged in a VIP room of the estate but had no mood to rest.
Thinking back on how Mu Qingran's smile concealed a knife during lunch, she felt somewhat unsettled.
After thinking it over, she stood up and headed towards the office where Huo Zhenyang was.
*
In the afternoon, in the hallway outside the Banan Vineyard office.
The sound of high heels slowly approached, breaking the silence.
Mu Qingran stopped in front of the ornately carved wooden door of the office.
In the office, there was only one person, him.
The man she had longed for day and night.
