Bo Jingshen felt... this half hour was not enough to discuss the project.
They had to talk about Jing Su's situation first.
The office of Song Boyuan did not share his cold minimalist style; instead, it seemed quite retro with many vintage decorations, including an old phonograph in the corner.
From the look of the needle, it seemed to still be in working order.
"Sit," Song Boyuan gestured towards the retro sofa. "What would you like to drink?"
"Tea," Bo Jingshen said.
Song Boyuan reached for the vintage rotary dial phone, spoke into the receiver, "Please bring in a glass of juice made from any fruits except for mango. And bring my tea set, too."
Listening to the arrangement, it seemed he planned to brew the tea himself.
Shortly after, his secretary came in with a rosewood tray.
On the tray was a complete set of high-quality purple clay teaware and a glass containing an avocado coconut milkshake.
