Lu Zhengming swept over Zhang Xiaowei's cheek with a cold gaze and left without a word.
As soon as this guy left, no one took him seriously anymore.
Even though the business deal had been settled, there was still a pot of incredibly fragrant soup that everyone was eager to try.
Zhang Xiaowei saw Qi Mingyang looking displeased and hurriedly picked up the bowl and chopsticks to serve him some soup.
"Old Master Qi, the soup is perfect to drink now. Wait any longer, and the vegetables will be overcooked."
Everyone was thinking about that bowl of soup, and at his words, they dropped everything else.
Although Qi Mingyang was quite angry, the sight of the steaming and delicious vegetable soup made him forget his anger.
Soon, everyone shared the pot of soup.
Despite it being piping hot, everyone was eager to taste it.
They indulged in eating without any care for manners, completely immersed in the pleasure of the delicious experience.
