On a weekday, Zhou Xinyao, having left Hongli Group voluntarily, didn't go to the company but instead went to XL Gallery in the city center to meet Lin Xilin.
"How about it," she had been pestering Lin Xilin for almost ten minutes, "Originally, my mom said she wanted to accompany me. I said no, traveling with her would exhaust me to death, so I said I would go with you. I've already said it, and she couldn't resist and agreed. You're not going to refuse to go with me, are you?"
Lin Xilin drank her coffee while thinking, "It's not that I can't, but my work has been quite busy lately, and there's a lot happening at home too. I'm worried I won't have the time."
"Busy?" Lin Xilin leaned out to look outside. The entire gallery was sparsely populated, with only a handful of people. It didn't look busy at all. "Seems like there aren't many people. Is it possible that your staff can't handle it?"
