"Mr. Rong had to leave early for some urgent matter. It's not a rush; we can gather again next time," they said understandingly.
The man slightly curled the corners of his lips, "In that case, I'll take my leave. Next time I'll host a dinner for everyone, please make sure to honor me with your presence."
"Definitely, definitely."
After exchanging a few perfunctory pleasantries, he strode out of the restaurant with Lin Xinlan and got into his car.
Lin Xinlan still felt uneasy; Rong Shaoze's temper couldn't possibly be like this.
He shouldn't have just let her go without asking anything, allowing this matter to slide.
She had a feeling... her reckoning had not yet arrived...
The man pulled out his phone and dialed a number: "Come handle the situation here later, and make sure today's news doesn't leak out..."
He was referring to the fight he just had with Qiao Yiyang.
