Young Master Xie did not really take interest in that Elder Hong. It was his first time, however, seeing Secretary Liu this panicky. Recalling the information and data that Xie Liu collected recently, a dangerous glint shone through his eyes, emitting a cold aura.
He wanted to see what kind of idea they could come up with. Thinking about it, Xie Limo's lips curled into an indifferent smile.
In the meantime, there were still the dumplings his wife prepared for him. They were currently heating up in the microwave—it was something he was not willing to waste at all.
While the people outside were anxiously waiting, Xie Limo was in his office, slowly savoring his dumplings. Thinking about his wife's gentle figure as she prepared it, his expression softened.