Proofreader: Prof Zhu Yuan When the meal was served, the assistant, standing aside came up and whispered, “President Song, it’s all settled.” Song Shilin stopped ladling porridge all of a sudden and said, “I see.” Little Watermelon was biting cucumber pieces and grumbled, “Papa……eat……?” “I’ll take the rest for him. Enjoy it.” Song Shilin raised his wrist and looked at his watch. He thought it was time to ...