After saying his piece, he didn't want to chat with Si Cong any longer; he was afraid of discouraging the kid even more.
As Brother Xiaoma stepped into the elevator, he didn't forget to add, "When you have a moment, help me arrange a meeting with Mr. Su."
"Uncle Ma, I'll do my best!" Si Cong didn't give a firm promise, since he couldn't make decisions on Su Chen's behalf.
"Alright." Brother Xiaoma had only said it casually, but it would certainly be for the best if they could meet.
The elevator doors slowly closed. Si Cong let out a long sigh of relief, shook his head, and hurried back toward their private room.
"Whoa, you're back already? I thought your old man was going to put you through the wringer," Qin Fen couldn't help but tease as Si Cong walked in.
"Not a chance. With Young Master Ye and Old Su as my human shields, what could Old Wang say? He's probably hoping I stick close to them!" Si Cong said matter-of-factly.
