Three days later, at the coffee shop downstairs of the Li Corporation.
Li Haixiao, driven by anger, didn't decide to head to the coffee shop to meet Old Master Zhang until two o'clock in the afternoon. Old Master Zhang's secretary was growing restless, but Old Master Zhang remained calmly seated in his chair. "President, let's head back. President Li probably won't come. Waiting here is pointless. Why don't we return first, and then try to get in touch with President Li afterward? What do you think?"
His secretary had tried persuading Old Master Zhang to leave more than once over the past few hours, but Old Master Zhang stubbornly insisted on waiting here. He was certain that Li Haixiao would show up.
"No need to leave. I believe Li Haixiao will come. Since he asked me to meet, he'll definitely show up." After Old Master Zhang finished speaking, he sat in his chair gazing outside, waiting for Li Haixiao to appear. Finally, he saw him.
