Luo Bisheng stared at the ceiling for a long while, then abruptly rolled over and sat up.
"Bro, shouldn't we celebrate? We've been so busy lately."
Wang Xiaoliang leaned against the headboard without moving.
"No, not just celebrate." Luo Bisheng scratched his head. "Sister Nuomi and Brother Xiao have helped us so much. We ought to show our appreciation, right? Should we give them something in Xiaosheng Media's name?"
"I was just thinking about that."
Wang Xiaoliang picked up his phone, scrolled a couple of times, then put it down again.
After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly changed the subject.
"How much do you know about that Seventh Master Third Uncle introduced to Liu Xinyu?"
Luo Bisheng paused.
"Seventh Master?" He tilted his head. "All I know is that he's Third Uncle's godfather. Nothing else."
"You never asked your dad?"
"I only heard them mention him a few times." Luo Bisheng curled his lip. "Who cared about that stuff back then?"
Wang Xiaoliang said nothing.
Luo Bisheng glanced at him a couple of times but didn't pursue it either.
They each lay back down, and the room fell quiet.
Wang Xiaoliang suddenly got up and picked up his phone. "I'll call Third Uncle. He probably hasn't gone to bed yet."
Jiangcheng.
Mimo Company.
Nuomi switched off the lights in the livestream room and saw off today's money-makers, saying goodbye to them in the hallway. She twisted her neck from side to side a couple of times, her bones cracking.
These people were all watching their health and skipped late-night snacks, which made things easier for Nuomi.
She picked up her phone and glanced at it. Dozens of unread messages.
The meeting room was empty.
It was different from before. It used to be packed, with people even fighting