So Zhou Qingyue accompanied Chen Shiyen back to Jiang Xu's table.
"Mr. Jiang, Miss An, Miss Jiang, hello, I am Chen Shiyen from the Chen Family," he introduced himself.
Chen Shiyen was polite and had a very pleasant voice, very magnetic.
It gave off the feel of a radio host's intonation.
And he was neither humble nor arrogant.
Just by saying hello, he had made a good impression on the three people there.
Jiang Xu nodded slightly, "Please, take a seat."
Chen Shiyen and Zhou Qingyue sat down.
Jiang Xiaoyan raised her eyebrow and gave Zhou Qingyue a look.
Zhou Qingyue understood what she meant.
It was nothing more than saying that she and Chen Shiyen looked well-suited on the surface.
"The Chen Family..." Jiang Xu pondered, "Are you the Chen Family from Sucheng?"
Jiang Xu had long been clear about the various families across the country.
The Chen Family's influence was considerable, not to be underestimated.
