Ever since Yang Chen started looking at clothes outside, Liangchen sat next to Jing Haohao, calmly asked his assistant to open his notebook, and started handling business matters.
And those people who were in the meeting with him today had no choice but to patiently sit aside and accompany him.
It finally reached one o'clock at noon. Everyone was hungry and still had no intention of giving up.
Another half hour passed, and some people were so hungry that they couldn't stand it any longer. They kept drinking water desperately, raising their heads several times, looking at the good time, and pretending to hesitate to speak.
Liangchen didn't seem to notice the reactions of those around him. He just looked at the computer intently and typed a line of words on the keyboard very quickly from time to time.
Occasionally, he would raise his head. There was no emotion in the corner of his eye, but it still gave people a sharp illusion, which scared those people even more and they did not dare to say anything. They just turned their heads desperately and looked through the large glass windows.
Looking outside, Yang Chen saw how many pieces of clothing he saw.
Liangchen didn't wait until the laptop's battery came out with a low-battery warning, then quickly typed another line and closed the laptop.
At this time, he no longer had the violent aura on his body. He looked like a humble nobleman. He turned his head gracefully and glanced at Yang Chen outside the window casually. Then he looked as if he was tired because he had just been working.
Because of this, he leaned on the sofa, slowly closed his eyes, and raised his hand to rub his eyebrows.
Because it was not night, almost no one came to "Golden Years", and the entire hall on the first floor became increasingly quiet.
Jing Haohao has a quiet temper and has been able to keep her temper since she was a child. Although she hurriedly came to Liangchen and wanted him to let Shen Liangnian go, she was smart enough not to mention that matter in front of so many people.
So, she just sat there quietly, waiting for the right time to say something and leave.
However, when it was almost three o'clock, the man was still sitting aside, closing his eyes and concentrating, as if he was asleep.
Jing Haohao felt a little hungry. She kept swallowing her saliva, but she accidentally heard a cry from her stomach.
The cry was very clear, but because the hall was too quiet and Liangchen was very close to Jinghao, he could hear it clearly. He closed his eyes and remained silent for less than a minute, then opened his eyes unhurriedly.
He raised his wrist, looked at the time, and then asked in a calm tone: "How many clothes have you looked at?"
Standing at the door, Mrs. Lin, whose legs were already weak, quickly and respectfully replied: "I haven't even read a third of it."
Liangchen frowned, then glanced at Jing Haohao, and then said expressionlessly, "Go and call Yang Chen in."
When everyone heard this, they seemed to have received some kind of amnesty, and their expressions became much more relaxed.
