At eight in the morning, Liao Hai followed the address Yan Ningke had sent him and arrived without a hitch.
Looking at the enormous luxury villa before him, he was utterly astonished.
Wait, I never heard of the company arranging villas for its artists!
To make sure he had the right place, Liao Hai took a photo of the gate and sent it to Yan Ningke.
[Teacher Yan, I'm here. Is this the place?]
There was no reply. Just as he was growing uneasy,
the wrought-iron gate slowly opened.
Yan Ningke appeared in his view, carrying a paper bag. "Sorry for the wait."
Liao Hai hurried to open the car door for him. "Not at all, I only just got here."
Yan Ningke smiled at him and handed him the paper bag. "I brought you breakfast."
At first, Liao Hai thought he was just asking him to hold it. Only after taking it did he hear those words. He froze, then hurriedly declined. "Teacher Yan, you really shouldn't have."
"No need to be so polite. We've got plenty of time together ahead of us. Eat first, and we'll leave when you're done."
Yan Ningke was simply in the habit of establishing good relations with his colleagues first. After all, as his assistant, Liao Hai would have access to a lot of information about him.
If he accidentally offended him someday, it really would be game over.
Judging by their meeting yesterday, the young man was quite sincere, but it never hurt to take precautions.
What Yan Ningke didn't know was that his boss had long since become Shao Ke.
With Shao Ke in charge, how could he possibly be allowed to end up cornered?
Liao Hai had never imagined Yan Ningke would bring him breakfast. He had only been an