"Lieutenant Commander Wesley, my apologies for being delayed by my son and making you wait." Lin Jingsheng's tone was devoid of any sarcasm, but Wesley knew he meant that Wesley had arrived early.
Who has lunch at eleven?
Lin Jingsheng thought Wesley would at least come by noon.
"I was just going to meet an informant nearby, so I came early since I was idle."
Lin Jingsheng had already ordered a lavish meal, and as soon as he arrived, the chef started preparing it. Lin Jingsheng and Wesley were completely different styles of men, and yet, when together, they were a pleasing sight. One was unmatched in elegance, the other aloof and restrained. In a couple's restaurant, they looked like a pair. Especially since their outfits matched exceptionally well today, any random shot could be used as a poster.
