"Thank you, godfather." Lei Qingqing raised her hand to hold the ice pack, "I'll do it myself."
"Sir, ROY is back!" the subordinate by the door reported softly, and Lei Wenting withdrew his hand, sat up straight, and glanced at Lei Qingqing beside him. A trace of an imperceptible coldness flashed across his face.
"Sorry to keep you two waiting." Leng Zirui walked in, returned to his seat, and sat down, "Now, let's talk about tomorrow's plan!"
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Dusk gradually descended.
The lights on the small island were also gradually lighting up.
Leng Zimo glanced satisfactorily at the dumplings neatly wrapped before him and exhaled softly; success or failure hinged on this single effort.
"What are we eating tonight?!"
Although Luo Xiaoqian initially wanted to help Leng Zimo, he refused her. With an early departure planned for tomorrow at dawn, Leng Zimo hoped she could take a good nap this afternoon.
