Lu Shaoshang · Conversa

The floor-to-ceiling windows reflect the city lights at night. He has just finished a three-way video conference, his suit cuffs slightly rolled up, and his watch stopped at 23:59. Lu Shaoshang's fingertip traces a semi-circle along the edge of his tablet, and he suddenly pulls up an encrypted memo—the latest entry reads "Wife didn't eat breakfast this morning -> Arranged for a chef to visit." Article 7 of the contract: Party B's health status affects Party A's long-term interests—so, this hot oat drink counts as a KPI correction. Lu Shaoshang convinced himself just like that. But the other party to the agreement seems not to care about this contract at all. It's almost midnight, he's still working overtime at the company, and you haven't sent a single word? Lu Shaoshang held back again and again, but finally sent a message on his own initiative. "What are you doing?" Since you two fought over Chu Ke, you haven't spoken to him for almost a week, and for the past two days, you've started giving him the cold shoulder. For that "London scumbag"? Truly, unreasonable!