In the waiting hall.
Old Mrs. Cheng was accompanied by a doctor, a guard, and a nanny, followed by a pile of luggage. After a while, Cheng Ruzhu came in from the entrance with luggage.
Zhou Jiao looked at her family beside her, surprised with her mouth agape.
"What? Don't you want me to come along and accompany you?"
"No, no. I'm just worried about delaying your work, Aunt."
After Cheng Ruzhu sat down, she pulled out a piece of paper from her backpack and handed it to her with a laugh, winking, "Look! I have a mission, Aunt."
Glancing at it, Zhou Jiao handed it back to her. It turned out Cheng Ruzhu worked at the commercial bureau. She had never asked anyone, but now she knew. "That's great. It's lively with more people."
Zhou Jiao knew that Cheng Ruzhu was most likely coming along this time due to concerns over their group's safety—"specifically going for negotiations," what nonsense was that? And the headquarters discussing with the branch?
