"Hello, Mr. Ren." Qiao Weiyang walked forward gracefully and raised her glass.
"Miss Qiao, can I call you Weiyang?"
"Everyone calls me Weiyang, so naturally, you can do it too."
Qiao Weiyang meant that he was no different from anyone else.
Ren Jie smiled and said, "Alright, Weiyang. Do you have time to stay and play later?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Ren. I still have something to do. I was about to leave, but I'm afraid I can't."
"Weiyang, since Young Master Ren has already spoken, why don't you stay a little longer?"
"That's right. Could it be that you have something else urgent to do?"
Qiao Weiyang smiled and said, "I indeed have something else to attend to, so I'm really sorry."
She meant to refuse.
Ren Jie made it clear. "Weiyang, ask the people around me about the weight of my invitation. Everyone knows very well that there might not be such an opportunity in the future."
