Jian Ran, knowing her cue, headed straight for the lounge. As she entered, she could still hear the man's magnetic and fluent Italian.
It must be something to do with Carlo.
A glint of darkness flashed in Jian Ran's beautiful eyes...
It was hard to imagine... that the man steering the European economic titan, Carlo, was actually in Yuncheng City...
...
After Jian Ran had prepared a lavish lunch, she saw Gu Mochen raise a large hand to his forehead and rub it, clearly showing some fatigue.
The affairs of the Gu Family were already in no small number.
Then there were Carlo's matters.
Even if Gu Mochen had been made of iron, he wouldn't be able to keep up with the energy demands.
Now... living together with Gu Mochen and Tang Bao, she knew that any company matters would be firmly left at the office after work hours, never brought home.
Jian Ran bit her lip, and in a soft voice, said.
"Let's eat."
"Alright..."