But Jiang Lanting is here.
He couldn't afford to show too much pain, so after withdrawing his hand, he still maintained a lofty and gentle demeanor with an expressionless face, only his tears couldn't stop flowing.
No way around it.
The intense sting had even reached his nose.
"Young Master Tan, what's wrong with you?"
Someone beside him asked.
"It's nothing, nothing..."
Tan Changdong was holding his breath, gritting his teeth.
Everyone sat at the table.
Laid out before them were seafood and beer.
Just the beer alone was a whopping twenty cases.
There was an air of drinking until the end of time.
Jiang Lanting asked Tan Changdong, "Speaking of which, do you really know Mr. Bei? How do you plan to negotiate with him?"
"Don't rush."
