The next moment, Shen Gu resumed his flamboyant smile, deliberately amplifying his laughter with his friend Hu Qingdie, to tease the hungry people around them.
"That lamb chop at noon was really delicious, ha."
"Indeed, the little lamb was fatty but not greasy, and the meat was very tender."
As if on cue but quite inconveniently, He Qian's stomach growled three times. He was so frustrated that he wished he could find a hole to crawl into, and his previously stern face unwittingly displayed a range of emotions. When Yang Yuran looked at him, his cheeks faintly reddened, and upon noticing Shen Gu's mocking gaze, they instantly turned ashen.
"If President Shen has finished dining, let's focus on the matters at hand," Yang Yuran said calmly, breaking the awkward silence.
Shen Gu and Hu Qingdie took their seats on the sofa opposite Yang Yuran, pressed the call bell, and remotely ordered a pot of premium Longjing tea.
