"Opportunities will come."
Zhou Wang nodded with a smile.
Zhang Shihao was also busy heading back to the company, so he left with Luo Meiling.
"So, dear nephews, how are we planning the afternoon? Uncle will take you on a ride?"
Although Shao Xiaoqi butted in, Zhou Wang really couldn't leave with Luo Meiling; after all, since Zhang Zhiyuan had come to Hang City, it wouldn't be good for Zhou Wang to abandon him.
"Screw off, Zhou Wang, don't push it too far!"
Zhang Zhiyuan's face darkened as he gritted his teeth.
He hadn't been in a great mood to begin with, starting from the meal.
As everyone knows, the Chinese at such banquets have certain drinking customs. Although everyone tries to hold back, the toasting session is inevitable.
Who starts the toasting?
Of course, it's the one with the lowest seniority.
