Downstairs, Wang Jinhui silently watched until Tang Mei left his line of sight and the sound of footsteps faded, followed by the dull noise of a closing door.
"Madam is fine, Mr. Wang..." Li Fugui started to say something but then stopped, and retreated with a smile.
Tang Mei, are you okay?
Wang Jinhui shook his head thoughtfully.
He was worried of course. He just hoped that the contents of the file bag were what Tang Mei wanted and prayed she wouldn't sulk and take it out on her health.
But now, what should he do?
It was only three o'clock, too early for dinner. Last time it was pear with bird's nest soup; this time, let's go with red dates and goji berries.
Thinking this, Wang Jinhui headed to the kitchen.
By the time he was ready and carrying the bird's nest soup upstairs, an hour had passed.
Knock knock knock, knock knock knock.
"Tang Mei... are you asleep?"
How could she possibly be asleep? He really had picked the most boring way to break the ice.
