"i also have a chinese name," william said,"ma from marx and ke from marx."
song qincheng was speechless.
in front of outsiders, mr. yu was always very gentlemanly.
at the very least, in song qincheng's memory, yu tingchuan had never embarrassed anyone in public. perhaps this was a common characteristic of all businessmen. they wouldn't go too far and would always leave some leeway.
just like now, when william claimed to be her good friend, yu tingchuan wasn't unhappy. he put the napkin back on the table and held william's right hand. " "yu ... song's husband."
as he spoke, yu tingchuan said in a gentle voice, " " i heard qingcheng mention that she has a foreign friend, but i haven't had the chance to meet him. if you don't mind, let's have a meal together. "
song qincheng turned to look at the man beside her.
she wasn't sure if yu tingchuan was just being polite, but the man named 'mark' took it seriously.
