Your Own Firm

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The soft glow of late afternoon sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the restaurant, casting warm hues across the polished wooden floors and elegant furnishings.

Mei Xing sat at a table by the window, taking in the view of the bustling street below as she waited for Lu Aotian to arrive. She admired the sleek interior of the restaurant, appreciating the attention to detail in its design.

Moments later, Lu Aotian entered the restaurant, his expression apologetic as he approached Mei Xing's table. "Sorry for being late," he said, a sheepish smile playing on his lips as he pulled out the chair opposite Mei Xing and sat.

Mei Xing waved off his apology with a smile of her own. "No worries, Lu Aotian. I have been enjoying the ambiance here. I am glad that I made the choice to meet here."