"Good morning, Third Young Master," Xiaocha respectfully greeted the man.
"Mm."
The man responded indifferently and walked straight into the dining area.
At the dining table, the man was flipping through his phone with one hand, checking company affairs while having breakfast.
Apart from the occasional clatter of utensils, everything seemed very quiet.
A car came to a stop outside the villa, waiting quietly.
At eight, after having breakfast, the man left the villa, opened the car door, and sat in the back seat.
Qing Yi in the driver's seat handed over the laptop on his lap to the man in the back seat.
Then, while starting the engine, he began to report today's schedule to the man: "There's a meeting at ten this morning, expected to end around eleven thirty, and a lunch appointment with President Lin at Financial Port at noon..."
