The sun was already high in the sky, and Zhang Xiaoshan, exhausted from the night before, was still sleeping, cuddling Jia Lanhua.
Luo Meili had already washed up, wearing a plain coat, planning to go out.
"Little Shan, I'm going to Xijing, I've arranged to meet a supermarket owner to discuss transferring the supermarket for opening a model store. Are you coming?"
"I'm not going, you go by yourself."
"Alright then."
Looking at Jia Lanhua, who was tightly embraced by Zhang Xiaoshan, Luo Meili felt both envious and jealous, but she left helplessly.
...
3 PM, Xiyang New District, Xijing City.
Inside a high-end tea house.
A middle-aged man was standing at the second-floor window, anxiously looking outside.
Beside him, a young man with a bandage on his head had run out of patience.
"Mr. Qian, why hasn't that woman come yet? Are you playing tricks on me?"
The young man was none other than Zhang Jian.
