"Lin, it's still early. Take a breather."
After dinner, Lin Fei was ready to take his leave, but Old Wang tried to keep him with courteous persistence.
"No need, I have things to handle back at the company."
Lin Fei refused Old Wang's invitation politely but firmly.
The reason Lin Fei was so adamant and quick to leave Old Wang's house was not due to a lack of hospitality, nor because the amenities were substandard at Old Wang's.
Although Old Wang had prepared plain fare, Lin Fei did enjoy drinking with the unassuming and sincere Old Wang. With someone like Old Wang, Lin Fei could drop all pretenses, which was why Lin Fei would go out of his way to help Old Wang time and again.
When Lin Fei had just returned to Zhonghai, he often drank with Old Wang, and they always had a good time.
But tonight was different.
With Meng Xue'er present, who flushed with embarrassment and occasionally glanced at Lin Fei, he felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles.
