"Okay, I'll be there right away."
Qin Lin let out a sigh of relief, thoroughly satisfied with the Lin Family's efficiency. With them handling the welfare institute's demolition, he knew the matter was as good as settled.
"Mr. Zhao Sr., there's something at the welfare institute I need to take care of, so you can cancel the dinner plans for me."
"Ah, alright then!" Zhao Jingxi gripped Qin Lin's hand tightly. "Xiao Zhu, give Mr. Qin a ride."
"Yes, Master."
"Don't you like riding your bike?" Qin Lin asked as he got in the car. "Why are you driving this time?"
Xiao Zhu glanced over at Qin Lin in the passenger seat and snorted with disdain. "So, you finally realize that riding a bike makes your legs and butt sore, huh?" he sneered. "Stop putting on an act!"
