"I'm not leaving. At the very least, I have to wait until they all go back before I leave."
Sang Shen leaned against the wall behind him. He turned his head to look at the people filling the glass doors, gazing through them at the private room that was tightly closed.
It was the room he couldn't enter.
"There's nothing urgent at my company. I'm not in a hurry," said Sang Siyang, his eyes downcast, his expression somewhat dejected. Even if there were something important, he wouldn't be willing to leave at this time.
"Uh-huh," replied Sang Qingran, who had initially intended to stand up but crouched back down again.
He didn't have anything pressing either; if everyone else wasn't leaving, he didn't plan to leave either.
Inside the private room
Mr. Sang Senior went out to the restroom and sighed when he saw those few people squatting by the door. He couldn't help but look up at Qiaoqiao, who was chatting happily with Mrs. Si.
He hadn't dared to ask the question.
