In the high-rise apartment, these words came through the intercom clearly.
Xiao Shuai let out a long breath, a look of joy spreading across his face:
"President, it was a success."
Fang Cheng nodded, standing by the window, his gaze deeply fixed on the silver-gray skyscraper.
"Very good."
Then he turned around, picked up an egg-filled pancake, and continued to eat it with milk, chewing heartily.
Fang Cheng swiftly cleared away the remaining breakfast on the table like a storm sweeping leaves.
Xiao Shuai quickly stuffed the remaining half of a bun into his mouth and swallowed it fast.
He wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth and quietly asked for instructions:
"President, what do we do now?"
"Wait."
Fang Cheng uttered just one word, raising his head to finish the last carton of pure milk without leaving a drop.
Then he sat on the sofa by the window, crossing his legs and leisurely putting one over the other.
