"She's late." Zhao Jing murmured, taking another gulp of his water. For some reason, he was particularly parched today.
"Technically, everyone is supposed to arrive at nine in the morning. Right now, it's barely half-past eight in the morning. She's not too late."
"We're waiting for her." Zhao Jing groaned, wishing the meeting would just start already. Everyone had arrived here two hours earlier than the starting time.
"Well, we're also waiting for President Yang. His entire decision can tip the scale." Zhao Xingxing calmly responded, twirling the pen in her hand.
"Sometimes I want to know which country's history books will have a picture of Zhao Lifei. She must've saved a country at some point in time. Maybe she's a commander of an army in her past life." Zhao Jing said while making eye contact with one of his supporters. He offered his uncle a slight smile to which the man nodded in acknowledgment
