Before dawn arrived, I had finally finished.
--------------------------------
There were still quite a few people in the meeting room, indeed not the place for private conversations, so Zhou Mikang agreed to Qiao Jingjun's request, and before leaving, he first walked over to Zhou Jingping's side and whispered a few words in his ear.
Zhou Jingping's face, which had been tense the entire time, relaxed, and he nodded at him, then gave a faint smile towards Qiao Jingjun, who was a bit surprised and quickly stretched his lips to his ears.
"What are you doing with your old man?" Once they were outside, Qiao Jingjun feigned a wipe of his forehead, "Your old man's sudden warmth, I'm really not used to it."
Zhou Mikang grunted: "When has my dad ever not been enthusiastic?"
"Usually, he lectures us like dogs, you tell me when has he not been passionate?" Qiao Jingjun sighed theatrically, "The day he arranges you under his watch, you will understand how I feel."
