If it were from a personal perspective, An Ning definitely wouldn't want to say another word to him, but now she's the special assistant to the chairman, and there's no reason to refuse a shareholder's request.
An Ning checked the time. "Alright, how about we go to the café downstairs?"
Mo Ang raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. "It's 11 o'clock now, and I don't drink coffee at this time. I haven't even had breakfast yet. Why don't we have lunch together?"
An Ning didn't pretend. "I have another meeting at one in the afternoon, and I haven't prepared my report, so I need to use the lunch hour to organize my materials. I can talk with Mr. Mo for about half an hour."
"That's enough!" Mo Ang said.
An Ning frowned, can communication be done over lunch in half an hour?
Wouldn't it take that long just to bring out the dishes?
Does this person have no sense of time, or is there something wrong with his head? He's full of big talk.
