Time is the most magical magician, some things Lu Ping'an thought would never happen in his lifetime, but when the time comes, it seems as though it was all within the realms of reason.
The melon ripened, the fruit turned fragrant, the season arrived, and with a gust of wind, the aroma filled the air—it was time to eat.
It was just that simple and direct, no need to overthink.
But while personal diversions flash by, the grand symphony doesn't seem to reach its end so quickly. Official matters or public affairs, they always seem never-ending.
"You still managed to come... Do you know how many calls I couldn't refuse I received yesterday?"
As soon as he walked into the office, Lu Ping'an understood the complaints.
