Xiang Weilai smiled, like a gentle spring breeze. He stood up, a bit unsteady from drinking. It was obvious he had a lot to drink today. He walked up to Shen Bin, raised his hand, and patted Shen Bin on the shoulder. At some point, that young boy had grown into a man just like Shen Bin. He lightly patted his shoulder, smiled faintly, and said nothing. Sometimes, actions speak louder than words—a gentle gesture can represent everything.
Meanwhile, outside, Ye Ling seized the opportunity to pull Zhao Guodong aside to talk. Liu Nan was curious but didn't interfere, just watched from the side. As for Liu Hui, she seemed nervous, fidgeting with her fingers. Liu Nan glanced at her, sensing something, and said nothing more.
What Ye Ling thought was a simple matter turned out different when she confided in Zhao Guodong, who immediately disagreed.
