Lu Xiao sat at the table, listening to the reassuring sounds from the kitchen and watching Su Tang's busy silhouette.
She didn't ask for any more details. There was no suspicion, only complete trust and concern.
This silent trust and support warmed his heart more than the outcome he had just fought tooth and nail for in front of the director.
He knew Su Tang believed in him. This trust was their firmest support in weathering any storm.
Su Tang came out with the reheated dough-drop soup, a golden fried egg still resting on top.
"Hurry and eat."
She placed the bowl in front of Lu Xiao.
Lu Xiao picked up his chopsticks. He looked at the steaming bowl, then at Su Tang's gentle face, and suddenly felt that the whole morning's rush and battle of wits had been worth it.
The turmoil in the art troupe was like a sudden downpour—it came on strong but passed quickly.
Under Lu Xiao's management, the "rectification" plan was implemented swiftly and decisively.
