Really, what's so wrong about asking directly?
Why resort to probing games?
This man, he's so immature.
"Ah-choo——"
Meanwhile, as Mo Shiting just arrived at the Bi Xi Great Restaurant, he was preparing to get out of the car when he sneezed suddenly.
"Young master, have you caught a cold?"
Lu Yang, sitting in the driver's seat, asked with concern.
Mo Shiting responded indifferently, "I'm fine."
With that, the car door was opened, and his long legs stretched out. He landed firmly then smoothly adjusted the creases of his suit before he strode into the restaurant under the protection of his bodyguards.
On his way, he received a call from Xia Xianghuai, "President Mo, where are you now? President Qin of the Tang Group and I, along with the senior executives from our marketing departments, are waiting for you in the private room at Small Bridge and Running River. Should we come out to receive you?"
Mo Shiting's voice turned deep, "No need, I'm almost there."