"The old man has no interest in joking around about this kind of thing with you youngsters."
Old David stretched out his hand to grab some of Chen Fei's popcorn chicken. It wouldn't be polite not to respond when someone reaches out to you.
You steal my beef tenderloin, I take your popcorn chicken—no problem, this old kid...
"This really is good news, I need to digest it a bit. Chen Fei, keep Mr. Sid company for now, we'll talk later."
Hanna Gagel put down her glass and also disconnected the video call.
Because Old David was present, there were some things she couldn't discuss with Chen Fei, so they would have to wait until the next call.
Old David, suddenly curious, asked, "Jiu Defense, that name is quite unique. Did you come up with it, or did she?"
He could tell that there was something special between Chen Fei and Hanna Gagel.
"She did!"
Chen Fei couldn't help but facepalm.
Hanna always seemed unreliable when it came to stuff like this.
