"Master Yi, he is on his way."
Yi Qiansi looked up and narrowed his dark black eyes as one corner of his lips lifted up into a small grin, "Already?"
"Yes, master. The plane left about an hour ago, and it should arrive by noontime."
Yi Qiansi's smile widened, "It has been a very long time since we last met. . . I am looking forward to it."
He raised one eyebrow and crossed his arms together before looking up, "You can go. Tell me when he arrives."
"Yes, master Yi." The worker bowed down slightly and walked away.
Yi Qiansi picked up the black fountain pen on the table and began flipping it around. Finally, he smiled and looked down, dropping the pen and opening his computer, beginning to work.
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Yi Qiansi and He Xinyan were eating lunch together, lunch that Yi Qiansi had cooked, when the same worker knocked and entered the dining room.
