It was a little past seven in the evening, inside a decent western restaurant near the Moongaze Building, where Mu Group was located.
Meng Xue'er and her two friends, still new to the workforce, retained some of the innocence from their student days, yet they now bore a hint of the urban white-collar femininity. Even though Lin Fei had resolved their school registration issues, they were all somewhat distracted, concerned about Ning Qi's job situation as they faced the well-done steaks brought by the waiter.
Influenced by the three women, Ning Qi, the unemployed flight attendant, found the otherwise aromatic and appetizing western meal somewhat tasteless.
In contrast, Lin Fei's use of knife and fork carried a wolfish haste.
"Mr. Lin, can you at least pay a little attention to your image?!"
