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The other party's tone was not as aggressive as Leng Zimo's, even quite calm, but the natural authority that flowed through was enough to make Luo Xiaoqian's back tense up instantly.
That kind of demeanor can't be feigned; it belongs only to those who have been in high positions for years.
Her tone naturally turned respectful, "May I know who's calling?"
"Leng Lin, Leng Zimo's father," the other party replied.
Although she had anticipated somewhat, hearing such a direct introduction, Luo Xiaoqian still swallowed nervously, "Mr. Leng, hello!"
She knew she wasn't qualified to address him as cordially as Xu Pei did.
"In half an hour at Pin Lin Ji Tea House," he stated succinctly.
After giving the time and address, Leng Lin hung up the phone.
Like father, like son; their way of doing things was nearly identical.
"Was it Uncle Leng?" Xu Pei asked.
Luo Xiaoqian nodded, "He wants to meet me."