Zhang Mengjie said with a light laugh, "I just don't know why Boss Qiao has invited us over for this meal. What's the real reason?"
Zhang Mengjie was not a nagging person, nor was she a foolish woman.
"Uh, hehe, Sister Zhang, please don't get me wrong. The reason I invited the two of you today is mainly to discuss the cooperation between our two sects. I wonder what you think, Sister Zhang?"
The man's facial muscles twitched slightly. He hadn't expected Zhang Mengjie to speak so straightforwardly. Even the words he had been brewing for a while lost their intended flavor at this moment.
"Oh, don't call me that, Boss Qiao. You'll flatter me to death," said Zhang Mengjie with a smile. "You should just call me Zhang Mengjie, or if you prefer, 'Defective Snake.' That feels more intimate to me."
"No, no, no, Sister Zhang, you really like to joke. Just calling you Sister Zhang makes me feel so proud when I walk out of here."
