Old Tang hung up the phone and saw Wang Qingqing looking at him.
"What's up, Qingqing? Why are you looking at me?"
Wang Qingqing immediately laughed, "Brother Tang, someone is inviting you to lunch, right?"
Old Tang nodded as if it were a matter of course, "Yeah, Old Han is treating today, your second uncle is paying, it's hard to refuse, I have no choice but to go."
"It's just right because I want to discuss the case with Old Ju. Isn't that a win-win situation?"
Wang Qingqing covered her mouth and giggled, not saying anything else. Sometimes Brother Tang could be so cheeky, haha.
In the blink of an eye, it was noon, and Old Tang took Wang Qingqing out of the office leisurely.
Wang Qingqing was definitely going; no matter who was treating, she had to go and help out.
Old Han was still sitting in the lobby, joking with the pretty receptionist.
