Watching Lin Qi walk back as if nothing had happened, Vera asked softly, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing..." Lin Qi picked up his knife and fork and continued enjoying his sumptuous lunch. "Someone ran into a little trouble in the course of business. I've already had people correct it."
It sounded like a minor problem, but this "minor problem" had resulted in at least two or three hundred deaths.
Vera noticed the change in Lin Qi's mood. She couldn't explain how she had done it, but she had sensed it.
She didn't continue asking questions. Instead, she carried on with what they had been doing before: eating and chatting. Laughter and cheerful conversation returned.
After lunch came a lunch break—in other words, time for a nap.
People only saw the CEO running in the park at five-thirty in the morning and arriving at the company at seven to start work. They didn't see that he took a nap after lunch.
No one would report on such things, because they had no news value. Instead, they kept telling the public, "Those who have already succeeded work even harder than you people who haven't succeeded. What right do you have to blame fate for being unfair when you refuse to work hard?"
"It's time to work hard and contribute your strength to the capitalists, proving your value!"
How touching. It almost brought tears to the eyes!
All right, that was just an aside.
After watching the little boy return to his room and lie down in bed, and after he and Vera briefly bid him good afternoon, the two of them left the boy's room.
"Thank you so much for spending the day with us. I can manage from here." Standing in the Living Room, Vera looked at Lin Qi. "I know you have