Negotiation

The thought had been lingering in Huo Zhenning's mind for a long time; since things started with him, it was only proper to undo what he had done.

He came to Xiang Yuan Corp for the first time. The color tone of the office was almost uniformly black and white—cold and solemn, just like Xiang Jinxi.

He sat down in the reception room, and the secretary served him a cup of hot tea, which was the best Dahongpao.

"Please wait a moment. The president is currently in a meeting," the secretary said politely and left.

The sound of air conditioning in the reception room was the only thing Huo Zhenning could hear in the quiet surroundings. Despite wearing a suit, he could still feel a hint of coolness.

It had been two hours, and Huo Zhenning had taken cup after cup of hot tea, but Xiang Jinxi was nowhere to be seen. So, he left the reception room to go to the washroom.