"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.
"President Leng, I have prepared the donations as you instructed," Ailin said with a smile to Luo Xiaoqian, then took out the booked airplane tickets and a new mobile phone prepared especially for Leng Zimo from her bag, "Here are your return tickets and your ID. Also, I’ve informed the board members to reschedule the board meeting to this afternoon, so you can make it in time!"
"President Jiao, the car has been checked and is problem-free, when shall we go to Yaqing Temple?" the male driver asked Jiao Yang.
Jiao Yang put down his chopsticks, "Let’s take President Leng to the airport first, then go to Yaqing Temple."
Jiao Yang’s trip to Sichuan had two purposes, one was to gather material for his work, and the other was to discuss a cultural project with the local government.
Just like Leng Zimo, Jiao Yang was also a workaholic in his professional life. In fact, last night he had rushed over from Ah Ba to Yaqing Temple, where, coincidentally, he encountered Luo Xiaoqian seeking help.
"There’s no need to trouble you, I can take a taxi to send him off!" Luo Xiaoqian quickly said, "You’ve already been delayed enough because of us, your work is important."

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