At 6:00 p.m., inside the private room of Turandot Restaurant, Wang Ye met with Stekhov and Shao Yigu.
It was evident that Shao Yigu was feeling elated recently, his face glowing with a ruddy complexion and full of high spirits.
Upon meeting, he gave Wang Ye an enthusiastic hug and asked affectionately, "Haha, Misha, it seems like I haven't seen you much lately, what's been keeping you so busy?"
Wang Ye shook his head and smiled wryly, "Ah, I've just got too many things on my plate. If I had known what a mess the Ministry of Foreign Affairs was, I would never have taken it on."
Indeed, what had been keeping him busiest recently was the foreign affairs work, with constant trips and visits to other countries.
"That's what they say: the capable ones do more work, and given your strength, it's only right that you deal with more matters. Besides, you're so young; should we really be leaving all the work to the old men?" Shao Yigu joked.