In the private room, Chang Wei had been leisurely and carelessly eating with chopsticks.
Fang Qing had finished her glass of wine, but there was still half a glass of Moutai left in his cup.
Li Shuru went to take care of Fang Qing.
Jiang Chen and Fu Zili entered the room one after the other.
"Mr. Wan, this is Jiang Chen."
Fu Zili quickly introduced.
Wan Yawen looked over.
"Mr. Wan."
Jiang Chen called out calmly.
Wan Yawen smiled somewhat unnaturally and nodded, "Sit."
"Have a seat."
Fu Zili whispered to Jiang Chen.
"Clack."
Chopsticks as delicate as ivory dropped onto the table, and Chang Wei looked up.
"Heh, interesting. Don't people from your small place even understand basic manners?"
"Mr. Chang..."
Wan Yawen hastily tried to explain, but Chang Wei did not give him a chance.
"No need to say it."
His expression was cold as he pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth.
"I've given you face only because you have been pleading for so long."
