Lei Zhen led Shi Qian past this table and towards the one beside it.
A person who poured wine at such a table put down his glass awkwardly.
Song Ning secretly sized up Fu Sinian. Looking at Fu Sinian's cold and sharp face, she couldn't identify any emotions.
"President Fu, let me toast you," Arthur suddenly said. He raised the glass in his hand at Fu Sinian.
Fu Sinian also raised his glass. The two of them picked it up and downed it.
"Mr. Arthur, are you so free? When are you leaving China?" Fu Sinian asked as he poured a glass of wine.
"My work is not over yet. I can't leave so soon," Arthur said, pouring himself a glass of wine.
Fu Sinian raised his glass, and Arthur raised his too. The two of them clinked their glasses in the air, then downed it again.
Then they began to pour wine into their respective glasses.
It was so fast that the waiter standing at the side, who was about to pour the wine, did not have time to react.
