Lu Shifeng agreed.
In his view, walnut pastry is just walnut pastry, it doesn't matter who delivers it—Zhuang Heng is nothing special.
Seeing this, the fire in Su Xingyu's heart subsided a bit, yet her waist was still sore. She supported her waist with one hand, carried the walnut pastry with the other, and slowly made her way downstairs. After traversing a long distance back to the photography center, she had just set the walnut pastry on her desk when Anna called her, "Xingyu, where did you go? Hurry to the meeting room; the meeting has already started!"
It's already started? Su Xingyu was shocked. She glanced at the computer screen's time; it was only 1:40. "Wasn't the meeting supposed to start at two?" she asked.
"It was supposed to," Anna said, "but Miss Zhuang has something to do this afternoon, so Mr. Yang pushed the meeting forward. Anyway, hurry up; just now, Mr. Yang didn't look too happy when he noticed you weren't there."
Zhuang Heng again!
