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Seeing this behavior, Sun Mingyuan clearly did not appreciate it. He shook his head, his eyes full of disdain. At that moment, he picked up his whisky glass but didn't bring it to his lips; rather, he merely swirled the whisky, revealing a playful smirk.
He then glanced back at Li Fei. While the latter had gone out to make a phone call, Li Fei had taken a seat next to Sun Mingyuan. Two minutes later, Chen Song walked in, having dismissed the dozen or so men who had rushed in earlier.
On seeing Li Fei sitting on the sofa, Chen Song was taken aback and immediately said, "Sun Mingyuan, you're really friendly with your subordinates. Keep your dogs on a leash. Since when could such people sit at the table?"
Sun Mingyuan replied coldly, "Who sits at the table is my call, not yours. Don't waste my time with this nonsense. Have you contacted your boss? What does he have to say?" Sun Mingyuan was direct and unapologetic in his speech, and Chen Song seemed accustomed to his tone.
