"Look at the people he escorted out. Among the ones I know alone were the heads of the parents' Association, the Board of Directors, and the Club Affairs Office. He invited all of them to raise the caliber of the buffet. Even Old Immortal Mingde wasn't qualified to join them. If you could strike up a conversation with him—just a few words—you'd save me so much trouble!"
Chen Xiaolin was understandably frustrated at his failure to live up to expectations, while Xue Lei frowned deeply. This was truly not something he could do.
Before the two could settle the matter, Chen Weican and his group, having seen off those distinguished guests who had "raised the caliber," reentered the hall and headed back.
Seeing them approach, Chen Xiaolin secretly gave Xue Lei a push, reminding him to "open the elevator doors," then went forward with a radiant smile. "Chairman Chen..."
While Chen Xiaolin greeted several Mutual Aid Society executives one by one, Xue Lei hesitated and failed to move his feet, falling a beat behind. Chen Xiaolin glanced back, and her expression stiffened.
Seeing the situation turn bad, Ronan gave Xue Lei a push as well, while he himself stood by the elevator and set it to temporary waiting mode. When he looked up again, Xue Lei had finally greeted them too, but the conversation quickly died out. It was mainly Chen Xiaolin who kept things going.
The group moved toward the elevator. At the front, Chen Weican did indeed look impressive—tall, not exceptionally handsome, but wearing a gentle smile that also carried a certain distance. He greeted Chen Xiaolin and Xue Lei with due courtesy, yet never slowed his pace as he headed straight for the elevator. Clearly, he was the sort of person who made others match his rhythm—a