"Mr. Jack, it's time for lunch."
A respectful female voice echoed.
Chen Lun put down the newspaper, turned his head, and saw Connie standing happily next to the sofa.
"Alright."
He nodded slightly and rose to his feet.
He followed Connie to the dining room, where the circus officials and the Golden Cup members were present. They all greeted and saluted Chen Lun.
"No need for formalities, let's start."
Chen Lun sat at the head of the table and gestured with a smile.
Only then did everyone thank him and picked up their knives and forks to enjoy the meal.
Although Chen Lun himself no longer needed to eat, he would still join everyone for lunch or dinner when he had time. Compared to other high-ranking beings who were "emotionally detached," he enjoyed this warm atmosphere more.
Ding!
Chen Lun clinked glasses with Floey.
The girl in the black dress raised her swan-like, delicate neck, took a sip of wine, and her cheeks flushed red.
"How is it, does it taste good?"
