Amid the clamor, Xie Junping, who had been playing Grand Master of Ceremonies all evening and mingling in the crowd, emerged from nowhere. He could barely stand steady, staggering into the glass curtain wall at the front. Even as he looked about to collapse, he still struggled to complain:
"I'm saying, Boss Ronan, you've been hiding out in peace and quiet for so long. Aren't you going to come mourn me?"
"Mourn?"
"Mourn this..." Xie Junping patted his own chest. "This Director Xie who has already died a glorious death?"
Ronan shrugged without the slightest sincerity. "May Director Xie rest in peace... Sorry, I'm underage for drinking."
"But you're awfully good at keeping people in suspense."
"Huh?"
Like a poet leaning against the sea, Xie Junping recited with deep feeling, "You stand at the far shore, gazing out upon the sea, your thoughts drifting free..."
Ronan merely went, "heh heh."
Xie Junping braced himself and tried to stand, only to nearly fall flat on his backside. Ronan and Xue Lei both reached out at once and caught him.
"No, you're hiding too far away."
Xie Junping shouted, "Look at you, sitting here all by yourself. Anyone who wants to talk to you has to walk several extra steps. Wasting energy is one thing, but what about all that courage that evaporates along the way?"
Mo Peng gave a "Whoa." "That totally feels like something a big shot would say."
"Mm, that's true." Xie Junping blinked hard and sobered up a little. "This is obviously a social event, yet you've somehow created an atmosphere of 'high demand, no price.' But that won't do. A whole bunch of people want to talk to you, yet before Pengzi, not one of them dared take the first step! In the end, you still have