Yang Ruoqian wasn't really a young man in his twenties, as it appeared on the surface. Such a low-level acting couldn't deceive his eyes.
However, he didn't interrupt Ma Yuan's performance by physically attacking him.
"Why are you still standing here? The gatekeeper, huh? Is holding a glass of water in your hand your way of hosting guests? Shouldn't you hurry up and brew some Old Banzhang tea for Mr. Yang?" This was an attempt to shift Mr. Yang's attention and place all the responsibility on Huang Wei.
"Mr. Yang, I'm really sorry, as you know, we received some important guests from your side yesterday, and the company's performance has been good recently. We plan to do a small renovation to make you more comfortable." Huang Wei explained.
