Chu Mo's lunch was personally cooked by the top chef of Tianxiang Garden, and the taste was nothing less compared to that of Master Sun's at home.
He even found time to take a nap in the presidential suite.
He did not go to the ninety-fifth floor, having always felt that it was too crowded with prying eyes; at this time, it was better not to stir up unnecessary trouble.
After waking from his nap refreshed, Chu Mo went down to the first floor lobby to quietly wait. He ordered a cup of coffee, and he did not ask for anyone to keep him company. He just sat alone by the window in the lobby, lost in thought.
He did not have to wait long, perhaps just a few minutes, before Zhan Bingxue, with her phone in hand, walked up to him quickly. Her expression was slightly somber, and she spoke in a serious tone,
"Mr. Chu, the motorcade just sent word. The guests have arrived at the Honghe Road intersection; they should be at Tianxiang Garden in two to three minutes at most."
