"Bang!"
"Brother Meng, sorry to keep you waiting, I just had to take a call from a leader at the last minute."
At that moment, Wang Zhao Ping energetically pushed open the door from the reception area and walked in.
Meng Lang looked at Wang Zhao Ping's fatigued face, the dense bloodshot in his eyes, and the mournful stubble on his face... It appeared he hadn't closed his eyes the previous night?
Without you all bearing the brunt at the forefront, how could I enjoy peaceful years behind the scenes?
Just for that, waiting is the least I could do.
"It's ok, I've only just sat down myself," Meng Lang said with a smile, waving his hand.
"Xiao Ru, you can go out first."
"Oh!" Qin Xiaoru looked back at the two men before leaving, her eyes showing a probing expression.
"Bang!"
Seeing the door closed, Wang Zhao Ping looked at Meng Lang with a bitter smile on his face.