As Guo Jingya made brief introductions for both parties, a middle-aged man stood up and extended his hands, "Is this Boss Yan whom Xiao Ya often mentions? Indeed a youthful hero, young and promising. That girl Xiao Ya loves to mess around; thanks to your help, she has now become independent..."
Yan Fei paused for a moment before extending his hand to shake hands with him and humbly replied with a smile, "Not at all, Uncle, just call me Xiao Fei. Nowadays, we are more friends than business partners, isn't it normal for friends to help each other out?"
After speaking, Boss Yan felt quite pleased with himself. Having heard that there were quite a few people in the villa, he had started to consider carefully what to say. These few sentences had indeed cost him some brain cells—but having said them, he felt disgusted and wanted to throw up. He really wasn't used to such roundabout and polite words.
