But everything Qi Hao had said was true, and it left her feeling incredibly dejected.
It was true.
To outsiders, the age gap between her and President Lin was admittedly quite large.
She herself was fine; she was already used to the gossip and rumors.
But if she caused unnecessary trouble for President Lin, then she was failing in her duties as his mistress.
Lin Ping pressed her thin lips together, her expression thoughtful.
—
"Alright, it's settled then."
After chatting with Qi Hao for a while longer, Lin Shen stood up, ready to take his leave.
"If anything comes up, just contact Lin Ping."
"Understood. Take care, sir."
After seeing Lin Shen off, Qi Hao could finally let out a long sigh of relief. The weight on his shoulders had been completely lifted.
Just moments ago, he had been stressing over how to handle the failing Cat Cafe.
Now, not only had the cats found a kind new owner, but the staff who had resigned—and he himself—could continue to work and earn money.
