"Okay." Xiao Xiao was delighted at the prospect of eating, bouncing down excitedly to the bathroom downstairs.
Yao Beidi watched Xiao Xiao's retreating figure, her lips involuntarily curling into a nice arc, then she reheated the dishes, one plate at a time.
Haohan Peak.
Xiao Ye had some drinks.
Abiao pushed Xiao Ye to leave.
Abiao had never seen the boss drink with clients before.
But tonight was an exception; Xiao Ye took the initiative to drink a glass with President Wu, and with each of President Wu's guests as well. He even had the kitchen redo all the dishes in the private room and sent over several famous foreign snacks, clearly being overly attentive.
Abiao was actually a bit astonished.
On Shanghai Beach, Xiao Ye's status was such that even the wealthiest people didn't dare to impose too much on him, and many were eager to forge a connection with the boss.
