Cafeteria.
Second Floor.
Tang Qing occupies a small box exclusively.
Regarding this.
There's no psychological burden at all, although to appear approachable, eating in the hall is also fine, but often, when you want to be close, others might get nervous, so why create unnecessary tension?
Simply put.
A separate small box.
Life isn't easy.
Below.
The employees who've been working all morning and hard to relax, they chat and laugh as they should, it's nice. Status, at times, no matter how close you are to those below, there's always a gap.
Jumping down is easy.
Going up.
Hard!
Just arrived.
The food was promptly served.
Let's eat.
The glass of the small box is transparent, and many people know it's Tang Qing's exclusive spot. While eating, they occasionally look up at their big BOSS, without feeling any different.
If he really came down.
Everyone wouldn't eat well.
"We're really lucky." One employee, gazing at that figure from afar, sighed.
"Indeed."
"Right."
