The screen of Ye Wangchuan's cell phone lit up.
He looked down at it with a smile, as if he was listening to the person at the table. However, he did not stop typing.
Qiao Nian quickly received his reply.
[Y: I heard that Ji Ziyin is holding a celebration banquet, so I called a few people over for dinner.]
She placed her hand on the edge of the chair and raised her eyebrows as a hint of understanding flashed across her dark eyes.
In that case, the person who texted her earlier should be Ji Ziyin, right?
Qiao Nian did not know what to feel, but she found the situation quite funny.
The waiter entered the private room at this moment.
As the dishes were served one after another, Zhou Zhou asked her what she had been busy with in the small laboratory.
The dining table was filled with toasts.
Ye Wangchuan had called them for dinner as the sponsor behind the WLA forum. He was young and had an extraordinary temperament.
