Ten minutes later, Wang Qingshen pointed seriously at the table where the drinks and snacks were placed and said, "Here, here, and here, wipe them all over again. Also, these snacks are not evenly spaced at all. He will definitely feel uncomfortable if he sees them."
Wang Dongqing's father, Wang Lianhai, stood to the side and asked the servants to arrange them according to the old man's request. He smiled and complained, "Bo Yunli's willingness to come is indeed quite surprising, but you don't have to make such a big fuss, do you? After all, he is a junior..."
"What do you know!" Wang Qingshen took a sip of his cigar and suddenly thought of something. He waved his hand and asked the servant to pass him the ashtray and put out the cigar. "He doesn't like the smell of smoke."
