"When I arrived, I heard from the clubhouse staff that you were here too. They suggested I go over and say hello. But by the time I got there, they'd already said you'd left the table. I didn't expect you to come by. Mr. Zhong and Mr. Rong know each other?"
Zhong Yuye glanced back at Rong Yan. His handsome features remained neutral yet carried a hint of familiarity. "Hmm, we're friends."
Rong Yan's expression was marked by unmistakable surprise, her gaze giving the impression she was reevaluating him. After a moment, Zhong Yuye remarked with a touch of emotion, "Didn't expect Mr. Rong's network to be this broad. Truly accomplished at such a young age, very impressive."
She knew both of the most influential men in Capital City.
Moreover, Zhong Yuye had made a special trip here. If someone claimed this wasn't an act of giving Rong Yan face, he'd bet his head could be chopped off and used as a soccer ball.
