Told to sit, Li Chengze plopped down, fumbling to get his bearings. Once seated, he couldn't help but feel he had just asked the most idiotic question.
In that moment, a thought suddenly struck Li Chengze, a staunch believer in materialism.
'This place must clash with my destiny.'
"Uh, thanks."
Slightly embarrassed, Li Chengze sat on a small stool, facing An Ning, who sat with a perfectly straight back. Between them sat Master Zhang to the left, Director Jin to the right, and a young boy.
"This is my younger brother. His skills are limited, but he can still listen in."
After this special introduction for An Guoping, An Ning glanced at her wrist and said, "You have half an hour. We're very hungry."
"Okay, okay."
Intimidated by An Ning's steady command of the situation, Li Chengze's mind went blank for a moment, and he didn't know what to ask.
He didn't speak, and no one opposite him spoke either.
An Ning simply sat on her stool, calm and composed, and waited.
