Zhao Guangran and his group were discussing matters upstairs, leaving those waiting downstairs, like Zhao Guangran, feeling frustrated.
"They won't be driving away, will they?" Regretting now, Gong Jiaming muttered as he touched his constantly protesting stomach.
If he had known they would have to wait this long, he would have settled for those not-so-tasty buns. At least they would have filled his stomach and saved him from waiting under the scorching sun.
Dai Limin couldn't help but yawn again while rubbing his eyes, "How long are we supposed to wait?"
If he had known, he would have soaked in a nice bath in the house to completely relax.
"Why don't we go back to work?" suggested Gong Jiaming.
Despite the task being at a pause, is everything really completed?
No, surely tomorrow will be filled with all kinds of busyness again, so rather than spacing out here, they might as well go up and keep working.
Oh no, Dai Limin was stunned.
