Li Beijue slightly pondered and then guessed what the situation might be, feeling suddenly stifled in his chest.
Lu Qinger also wanted to argue something, but just as she was about to speak, Jiang Baobao had already sat back down, ignoring both of them.
Loudly, she reminded, "President Li, next time bring fewer outsiders, after all, this place is not quite like your usual banquet. It's unnecessary to delay the friendly match over some trivial matter."
Lu Qinger was instantly furious.
Trivial matter?
That despicable woman, Jiang Baobao, calling her matter a trivial one?
Filled with resentment, Lu Qinger was about to say something when she heard Li Beijue whisper, "Sit down."
His voice was not loud, but it carried an aura of authority.
Lu Qinger was startled, daring not to say more, and obediently sat down.
Li Beijue scanned the people around him from the corner of his eye and suddenly, he rubbed his temple.
How did it turn into this?
