Lin Qingxue made an early call to Auntie Qiu.
To ask her to prepare more snacks to accompany the drinks.
As for the alcohol...
There was plenty at home.
Most of it was given by others.
Given by whom?
Do I even need to say?
The Qingluan Group might not be comparable to some of the big corporations in Nandu, but its size wasn't small either.
All sorts of 'General This' and 'Director That'—don't even mention too many of them, okay?
During the festive seasons, if someone didn't come over to give gifts and such, did they still want to get along in this world?
Isn't this what understanding human relationships and social customs is about?
If one doesn't even grasp the social rites, how can they carry out their work?
Back at the house.
Four cold dishes were already on the table.
Lu Yang, in order to maintain his previous 'persona,' was not in a very good mood.
So Lin Qingxue seemed particularly proactive.
She fetched the wine and set the bowl and chopsticks and so on.
