"It's meal time, Weiwei, where are you planning to go?"
Lu Zhengmao's authoritative voice came from the second floor, and Shen Weiyi stopped in his tracks.
He turned around and answered politely, "Uncle, I have an event this afternoon, I need to head over now."
Lu Zhengmao glanced towards the dining room, the young couple showed little concern about outside matters, his sharp eyes behind the glasses sank slightly.
"Which TV station's staff doesn't take a break at noon? No matter how urgent, it doesn't happen during this meal time. Finish eating and let the family driver take you."
A steady and powerful voice, with an undeniable authority.
Shen Weiyi watched as Lu Zhengmao, who had already stepped into the dining room, lightly bit his lower lip, looking somewhat troubled.
Seeing this, Song Jingyuan walked over to her and gently comforted, "Old Lu just received an unpleasant phone call, he's not angry with you. The kitchen made your favorite dishes, eat a bit before you go."
