Back in the private room, everyone took their seats again.
Fang Qing still sat next to Fu Zili, with the boss Wan Yawen on the other side. Wan Yawen naturally had to accompany young master Chang, which meant that Fang Qing faced him almost directly.
"Jiang Chen said the traffic is a little heavy, he might need a while longer."
Fang Qing whispered, bowing her head.
She wasn't a child anymore and understood the rules of society all too well. The things she had just witnessed did not stir too much emotion within her.
After all, she was just here to "mooch a meal."
Fu Zili gave an almost imperceptible nod.
"For young master Chang to grace us with his presence is truly an honor for Wan," said Wan Yawen, standing up personally to pour water as a sign of respect. Though he was probably about the age of Wan Yanwen's father, the so-called respect for the old and love for the young was never the rule by which society operated.
