"Not familiar? A hug, and we'll be acquainted enough," Zhuang Yuezhou quipped with a half-smile.
Weilan replied, "The contact between men and women should not be taken lightly, Mr. Zhuang. It's better we keep our distance."
"Xiaoqiao, you really are stingy," Zhuang Yuezhou glanced at her and snapped his fingers to summon a waiter, ordering a cup of Bi Luo Chun green tea for Weilan.
Weilan was taken aback, not expecting he would know her preference for Jiangnan's Bi Luo Chun.
Mr. Zhuang said with a smile, "Don't be surprised. I've known for a long time that you like Bi Luo Chun, just like my father. I also know you're acquainted with him."
Feeling somewhat helpless, Weilan began, "What do you want with me? Just say it."
"What's the rush? Let's catch up first, then get down to business," Zhuang Yuezhou crossed his legs, truly adopting the posture of someone ready for a leisurely chat.
