In the hotel lobby.
"What do you think Simmons meant?" After meeting the factory boss with Fu Jingchen, Lin Luqiu resumed their discussion.
"He didn't agree immediately; he only said he'd consider it, which shows he definitely has his own thoughts," Fu Jingchen replied.
"We can go again tomorrow, we shouldn't give him too much time."
"Alright, noted." She quite agreed with his idea. But there were still half a day left today—what should they do?
She didn't want to waste the free time idly.
Fu Jingchen seemed to have noticed what she was thinking and suddenly suggested, "There's a small pub nearby; we can go kill some time."
"Kill time? President Fu, that phrase doesn't seem to suit you," she teased.
A man like him—would he even "kill time"? Shouldn't he be someone unwilling to waste even a single second?
Fu Jingchen shrugged, "Since we're already out, it wouldn't hurt to treat it as a way to relax."
She turned to her assistant and asked, "Xiao Zheng, do you want to go?"