"Who are you chatting with?"
"Oh! Nothing, just a patient." Meng Lang put away his phone.
"A patient? Why do you look a bit helpless?"
"Haha! No choice, you know patients, always anxious and uncertain..."
"Uh... alright, but it's getting late, I should get going."
"Not staying for a meal? Don't judge by Xiao Yu's age; his cooking skills are at the level of a top chef."
"Ha! Do you think I'm that free, just exercising or savoring gourmet food?
Thanks to someone's influence, the project schedule is tighter again, I still have to catch a flight later, lunch will have to be on the plane..."
Gao Yuan glanced with slightly aggrieved eyes at someone.
As the saying goes, the leader gives orders and the subordinates run themselves ragged, the greatly advanced schedule meant Gao Yuan's holiday this month was once more foiled.
Even if it was willingly.
Yet one toils, and others live in peace.
Indeed... there is still resentment in the heart...
