Beibei bit her lip out of habit, "You... you're really going to the meeting?"
"Hmm?"
"I mean, will you truly take me to see my dad?" She was somewhat uncertain; this man had a knack for changing his demeanor quicker than turning a page. Sometimes, she was completely caught off guard by his sudden shifts, making him hard to read.
Rong Yan stretched out his hand and pinched her chubby cheek, "When have I ever lied to you, hmm?"
"..."
He talked as if he had never lied to her.
Rong Yan glanced down at the sleeve still clenched in her hand and suddenly let his arm fall, enveloping her small hand in his broad palm. He led her out while instructing Linda, "Take the documents on my desk and head to the meeting room."
After a brief moment of astonishment, Linda nodded promptly, "Okay."
She grabbed the files briskly and quietly followed them.
Mao Beibei, still somewhat dazed, was led by Rong Yan into the grand and majestic meeting room.