Every single sentence coming from the people around was related to "Mr. Liang," filled with an eager tone of flattery. He seldom spoke, his voice was faint and emotionless, sometimes he didn't even bother to respond, seriously dampening the spirits of those who were trying hard to please him.
Many of the dishes on the table remained untouched, while the foreign wines, delivered by the waitstaff, were being emptied one after another.
The secretaries brought by these CEOs were all shrewd, each holding a wine glass, and toasting to Liang Chen in elegant manners.
Liang Chen sat nonchalantly in his chair, faced with the deliberately leaning forward, bosom-exposed beautiful secretaries, his expression didn't change. He only held up his wine glass, made a symbolic gesture, but did not drink.
