By the time the discussions were over, it was already dark.
Liang Wenye's car drove into the parking lot, just brushing past several Maybachs.
Inside each of these Maybachs and Rolls-Royces sat industry tycoons who had come to negotiate with Xu Jingxi.
This night, was it a wish fulfilled to see Xu Jingxi?
In the elegantly decorated tea room, Xu Jingxi, who disliked wearing ties, was slouched in the middle of the sofa, with his suit open and the buttons of his white shirt not quite neatly fastened, a picture of disarray.
He sat with his back to the room, on the phone, instructing an employee on the other end to complete some procedures, and thus did not notice Leh Ying's presence.
A woman in a purple dress stood behind the sofa, massaging Xu Jingxi's shoulders.
Their ambiguous behavior seemed as though they were a couple who had known each other for years.
