"Then let's do what Brother Xiao suggested. From now on, my husband will handle things on this end." Wei Zijin looked at Xiao Mo and patted Wang Xiaoliang's arm.
"Great! Haha, it's settled, then!"
Xiao Mo braced both hands on the armrests, grabbed the crutch beside him, and rose briskly to his feet.
"Come on, follow me."
Leaning on his crutch, he moved toward the door first. He rested a hand on the handle, his movements gentle, and pressed it down without making a sound. He stepped outside quietly, still afraid of disturbing the two girls sleeping in the meeting room.
Wang Xiaoliang and Wei Zijin exchanged a glance, then followed his example, holding their breath as they trailed behind him.
They crossed the corridor, went around the elevator lobby, and turned into a quiet passage. Xiao Mo stopped in front of a door, pushed it open with one hand, and stepped aside to gesture them in.
"Take a look. Am I sincere or what?" Xiao Mo pointed inside. "I've even cleared out an office for you. I prepared this for you earlier. Although you aren't my employees, you're my partners now, so you get the same treatment. This is your own private office."
"From now on, just tell Nuomi what you want to eat. She handles our food, drinks, and entertainment. As long as you don't go too far overboard, she can accommodate you."
Wang Xiaoliang stepped inside.
The room was large. A solid wood desk stood in the middle, with a brand-new computer and printer. A gray-and-white fabric sofa set lined the wall, and the tea set on the coffee table was clearly new.
Wei Zijin stayed in the doorway. "Brother Xiao, is this really all right? We don't deserve all this."
"Exactly. You've spent too much on