She tried to hold back, then turned to look out the window.
"Fenglai," Rong Wu quickly brought up work, "About the few scripts I gave to you last night, what do you think?"
Xu Fenglai said, "There were too many, I haven't had the chance to look at them yet."
"That's okay, then I'll give you a brief overview."
"Alright."
So Rong Wu began to discuss the scripts.
Song Niaoniao just sat in the back listening, expressionless throughout.
Half an hour later, they arrived at a famous private restaurant in the imperial city.
The decor was very luxurious, and since it was noon, there weren't many customers, providing an elegant and quiet environment.
Upon entering the private room, a waiter quickly came in to provide service.
Rong Wu gestured, "Miss Song, you choose the dishes."
Song Niaoniao declined, "You two go ahead and order."
"Don't be polite, today is mainly about accommodating you, order anything you'd like."
Having no choice, Song Niaoniao picked up the tablet.
