Although Chu Feng agreed to join Dragon Soaring, it was just as Chu Feng said.
Chu Feng only joined, but no one came looking for him. It was as if Zhuang Xinyan had completely forgotten that Chu Feng was the vice president.
Time passed day by day, and before long it was Thursday.
Just as Chu Feng was thinking about the charity gala on Friday, the telephone rang.
Seeing the call, Chu Feng picked up and said, "Brother He, do you need me for something?"
He Zhen said, "Little Friend Chu, an old buddy of mine has come by. He brought two bottles of fine wine. If you're free this afternoon, why don't you join us two old men for a couple of drinks?"
Chu Feng said, "I'd be delighted, I'll go buy a couple of dishes later."
He Zhen said, "No need. I've asked your Sister-in-Law to stir-fry a few dishes at home."
Chu Feng chuckled, "Then today I can only bring a mouth with me."
He Zhen said, "Just bring your mouth along today, that's all."
