"Whose call was that?"
Sitting on Ye Yuan's lap and looking over documents, Li Shiyun saw him space out after answering the phone.
She rolled her eyes at him coquettishly and asked.
"Xu Hang's. He said he wanted to treat me to tea."
Ye Yuan answered Li Shiyun absentmindedly, still thinking.
The son-in-law really had pull. The moment he spoke, Lan Xianghui got it done.
He hadn't wanted to involve Xu Hang, but it looked like he owed the guy another favor this time.
"Then go. You haven't exactly behaved yourself while you're here, and you've made it impossible for me to focus on work."
As she spoke, Li Shiyun smacked away Ye Yuan's large hand from around her waist.
Ye Yuan drove to the tea house Xu Hang had specified and parked outside.
After entering the tea house and giving the private room number Xu Hang had told him earlier,
the young waitress warmly led Ye Yuan to a private room on the second floor, knocked, and ushered him inside.
When Ye Yuan entered, he found that Xu Hang was not the only one inside.
There was also a very familiar-looking middle-aged man, and Ye Yuan could not help freezing slightly.
"Xiao Yuan, you're here? Sit down. You should have met this man before, right?"
Xu Hang pointed at the middle-aged man and asked with a smile.
Ye Yuan scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
To be honest, the middle-aged man did look familiar, but Ye Yuan could not remember where he had seen him.
Seeing Ye Yuan's expression, how could the middle-aged man not realize that Ye Yuan had forgotten him?
He was not angry. Instead, he smiled and scolded him.
"Those tea leaves, cigarettes, and liquor you swiped from Old Xu's house—which of them didn't I