A Day Apart Feels Like Three Years

Li Xiao left in a hurry after delivering the coffee.

Su Yang picked up the coffee, took a sip, and looked at Feng Kun. "President Feng, is there anything else you need?"

Feng Kun shook his head and was about to stand when he suddenly remembered something. "Oh, right. Mr. Su, when you check out later, show the card you have now. The staff will refund you the money you spent on the room."

Su Yang nodded. "Okay, got it."

"Alright, that's all, then. Um..."

Seeing that Feng Kun seemed to have something else to say, Su Yang smiled. "If you have something to say, just say it."

"Hehe, it's actually nothing. But if President Zhuang asks you about me giving you the card..."

Feng Kun stopped there, and Su Yang understood. He raised a hand to interrupt him. "President Feng, you don't have to say anything else. I understand. If Uncle Zhuang really asks, don't worry. I'll put in a few good words for you."

"Oh, haha, alright, alright. Then thank you, Mr. Su."

"It was nothing. Don't mention it."

"Okay, then, Mr. Su, you go ahead. I'll get going."

"Alright. See you around."

"Sure!" Feng Kun shook hands with Su Yang, then stood and left.

After he was gone, Su Yang took out a cigarette and lit it.

He had only just lit it when Li Xiao came over again.

Su Yang turned and looked at her in confusion. "Huh? Is something wrong?"

"Um... it's like this, Mr. Su. I noticed it's still early, so I wanted to ask if you've had breakfast. If not, we can provide it for you."

"Oh, no need. I'm not hungry. Besides, if I want to eat, I'll go to the restaurant myself. You have a restaurant here, right?"

"We do."

"Then