Xu Fang understood as well.
As he left Deputy General Manager Jiang's private room, the image of his own boss holding his wife's hand in an unwillingness to let go, with a subtle undercurrent of worry, caught his eye.
Xu Fang looked carefully—how could he describe that emotion?
It was somewhat like the concerned expression of an old father for his daughter.
After Xu Fang went out for a moment and then came back, he didn't rush into the private room; instead, he sent a text message to Mr. Gu to inform him of the situation there.
In some drinking parties, you mustn't speak carelessly, and even facial expressions must be well managed.
Like today.
Having followed Gu Jiangnian through ups and downs, Xu Fang naturally knew that the dinner table was also a battlefield.
Gu Jiangnian glanced at the message, his expression unchanged, put down his wine glass, stood up with a thin smile, and said to everyone, "I'm going to return a call to my mother, please excuse me."
