The other party's tone was not as strong as Leng Zimo's, and could even be called calm, but the majesty he naturally revealed made Luo Xiaoqian's back tense instantly.
That kind of attitude cannot be faked. It is an aura that can only be possessed by people who have been in high positions for many years.
Her tone naturally became respectful, "Who are you?!"
"Leng Lin, Leng Zimo's father." The other party replied.
Although she had some premonitions in her heart, Luo Xiaoqian still swallowed nervously after hearing such a direct introduction, "Hello, Mr. Leng!"
She knew that she was not qualified to call him as affectionately as Xu Pei.
"Pin Lin Ji Tea Club, I only have thirty minutes."
After telling the time and address, Leng Lin hung up the phone directly.
As expected of a father and son, their behavior is almost the same as that of Leng Zimo.
"Is it Uncle Leng?" Xu Pei asked.
Luo Xiaoqian nodded, "He wants to see me."
"How about I go with you?" A cold look flashed in Xu Pei's eyes, but he held her arm with his palm, "Uncle Leng loves me very much. As long as I am here, he will not lose his temper with you. I...
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"Thank you, Sister Xu Pei, but no need!"
Looking sideways and smiling at her, Luo Xiaoqian turned around, opened the door, and got out of the car.
This is her business and she should face it by herself.
Sitting in the driver's seat, watching her figure crossing the road, Xu Pei sneered, patted the steering wheel, and drove the car into the parking lot.
Pinlinji Tea Club is not far away opposite the Workers' Stadium. Luo Xiaoqian ran all the way over and was already out of breath when she entered the club's front door.
"Miss Luo Xiaoqian, right?"
As soon as she entered the door, a tall young man came to greet her.
Knowing that this must be the person sent by Leng Lin to pick her up, Luo Xiaoqian was not surprised and nodded to him, "Yes, I am!"
The identity of the other party naturally has extraordinary means. I am afraid that she has already been investigated a lot, so she is not too surprised.
"plz follow me!"
The young man turned around and took her upstairs, all the way to a door on the third floor, and knocked gently.
"Enter!"
Outside the door, a very simple word came out.
The young man opened the door and made a gesture of invitation to Luo Xiaoqian.
"Thank you!" After saying thank you, Luo Xiaoqian gently opened the door and walked into the private room.
In the private room of the teahouse, the decoration is simple, and a man sits behind the mahogany table.
He is in his fifties, but his hair is already gray, but he does not look old. His resolute face can vaguely reveal that he was once a handsome man when he was young. Now that he is at this age, he still has a charming charm.
He was wearing casual clothes, but his posture when sitting on the chair still showed an upright posture, and the palm holding the purple teapot was as steady as a golden bell.
After closing the door gently, Luo Xiaoqian walked slowly to the table.
"Hello."
Leng Lin slowly poured tea into the cup, and the fragrance of tea flowed silently in the room.
"You're nervous."
"right."
"Guilty conscience?"
"Only those who have ghosts in their hearts will feel guilty!" Luo Xiaoqian said, neither humble nor arrogant.
She just fell in love with a man. She didn't do anything wrong and felt guilty.
Luo Xiaoqian was nervous only because he was that man's father, and she didn't want to make their father-son relationship more tense because of her.
But, it's not that I feel guilty.
Leng Lin's eyes moved over for the first time, and his serious look fell on Luo Xiaoqian's face.
