Zhao Jiayao looked worried, but now they had to ask for help and couldn't turn against them on the spot. They had to act quickly and decisively.
Thinking of this, Zhao Jiayao raised her glass and said:
"President Wang, I'll toast to you. Regarding the fruit store matter, now it's just a step away..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Wang Yingjun raised his hand to interrupt:
"Hey, let's not talk about work when we're having fun."
"You have to drink this glass of wine, or else we won't discuss the store opening."
Wang Yingjun stared at Zhao Jiayao, his attitude brooking no dispute.
Remembering the store about to open, Zhao Jiayao could only drink, and amidst the cheers of the others, one glass after another.
Zhang Xuewen's cheeks were already flushed, her eyes hazy, she kept shaking her head, just feeling that the Wang Yingjun before her seemed to have three heads and six arms, constantly swaying in front of her eyes.
