"Young Master Liu, why don't you sit here? I've just arrived not long ago."
Just as Liu Lang was about to walk over, a young man respectfully stood up.
Liu Lang glanced at the table beside him, "Damn, half the table is covered with sunflower seed shells, and you claim you just got here and offer me your seat?"
"Uh, uh, uh, I'll have Little Er clean the table right away."
The young man, catching the hint, touched his head awkwardly.
"No need." Liu Lang had no intention of letting Ruoxiang sit there.
"Young Master Liu, my place is very clean."
"Young Master Liu, come sit with me."
"Young Master Liu, over here!"
...
After the first young man, everyone clamored to invite Liu Lang.
Being invited by everyone felt very gratifying to Liu Lang.
This was seen as a display of capability and recognition.
Everyone also understood the relationship between Ye Ruoxiang and Liu Lang.
They say Yanjing's foremost beauty is Ye Ruoxiang.
