Arriving with trepidation and leaving with a blank expression, the file bag in his hand was too heavy.
No need to report back, change locations?
This must have been the case for Lei Ziyi and the others too.
I'm sorry... Mr. Wang.
Guided by a young man, Du Jiahao got into a black off-road vehicle, with a string of keys and a men's briefcase on the passenger seat.
From beginning to end, the two did not exchange a single word, communicating only through eye contact and gestures.
At that moment in the highest floor of the villa, Tang Mei slowly withdrew her gaze, smiled, and picked up the cup of black tea that Wang Jinhui had just brought over, taking a gentle sip.
"Mm, not bad at all."
"Hungry, right? Have some snacks to tide you over, dinner will be ready in a moment, ten minutes at most."
"You don't even ask me..."
Tang Mei hesitated, then set down her teacup.
