"Ah, I had such a good sleep!"
When the Import and Export Management Bureau and the Immigration Management Bureau were swamped with work, Zhang Menglong had just woken up from his sleep.
The ingredients had already been prepared in the refrigerator of the hotel suite, and Lu Yiyao had also prepared breakfast.
In the living room, everyone seemed somewhat listless, after all, they had all come with high expectations; some senior brothers and sisters had even spent a lot of money on DSLR cameras, but now, with the weather sunny outside, they could only stay cooped up in the hotel.
"Why do you all look so unhappy?" Zhang Menglong asked while eating.
"Menglong, didn't you say that they would come to us today? Why is there still no movement now?"
"Yeah, we're not really going to be stuck in this godforsaken place for three weeks, are we?"
