Early morning. Phoenix Palace.
Zhong Daolong sat at a spacious and luxurious oval desk, handling documents, while Chen Fenglei attentively served tea and water, periodically offering pastries. Zhong Daolong had a habit of working while snacking, and the order of the snacks was particular.
After a sweet bite, the next must be something lighter or bitter, like matcha or chocolate flavor.
Otherwise, he would feel sickened.
He was a man who craved novelty with every bite.
After Zhong Daolong had finished endorsing all the documents on his desk, he took a big gulp of the black tea that Chen Fenglei handed him, then heaved a sigh and said, "You've been holding back all morning, so tell me, what's the urgent matter you need to report?"
