Yan Rusheng knew what Zhao Zheng was trying to imply, and he wore a malicious smile. "You're right. We're all old classmates, after all."
He paused for a moment before pressing on. "Since you insist on treating us, I shall not decline your kind offer. Let me give you a treat in the future."
Zhao Zheng nodded. "Sure."
"I'll go upstairs and call my wife," informed Yan Rusheng as he pointed upstairs. He then promptly left.
He didn't say Xuxu's name and used 'wife' instead. He had placed special emphasis on it, too. He sounded as if he were boasting.
Zhao Zheng glared at Yan Rusheng with gritted teeth. He couldn't take it lying down as he clenched his fists.
Yan Rusheng reached Xuxu's office and carefully opened the door without knocking.
Xuxu was sitting there reading some materials. Yan Rusheng watched her with his arms folded across his chest.
He was admiring the woman serious at work. He waited for her to notice his presence.
