Jiang Beiyu's words had embarrassed several so-called elders, but he himself didn't care about that.
After all, embarrassing certain people was quite amusing.
One of the middle-aged men quickly spoke up, "Little Jiang is here too. Why don't you have a good chat with Manager Tan? Brothers should communicate more. Us older folks won't get involved in your young people's conversations."
Having said that, this group of self-proclaimed elders walked off to another side.
Left behind, He Jingchuan stared at the mismatched pair, chuckled silently to himself, and started on his little cake, waiting for the show to begin.
Young Master He had always preferred cake over fine wine.
Firstly, he couldn't hold his liquor, and secondly, he'd had a sweet tooth since childhood.
It goes without saying that even the slender and handsome He Jingchuan, comparable to a popular young actor, must have also had his own bitter history with dieting.
But the overweight are all potential stocks.
