Compete with Jiang Man for Lu Xingzhou?
Nan Juefeng's slender fingertips trembled slightly, hovering above the mouse button, and he did not scroll down for a long time.
"President, the tea has cooled. Shall I get you a fresh cup?"
Seeing his unpleasant expression, Shen Yu stepped forward at the right moment, tactfully reminding him.
Only then did Nan Juefeng react, glancing at the tea that still had wisps of steam rising from it.
"No need to change it."
He closed his laptop and stood up from the sofa.
"President, where are you headed?"
"I'm going to check out the banquet hall. It wouldn't do to let the entrance ticket go to waste; might as well meet a few new friends, right?"
"Yes..." Shen Yu agreed awkwardly.
The president was reclusive by nature, devoid of any friends by his side.
Make new friends? Wasn't it probably just an excuse to gaze at Jiang Man a few more times?
