"Chenlong, what did you say before? Your old man's seventieth birthday is tomorrow, right? I mean it, how could you not call me earlier about such a big event? Seriously, we haven't seen each other for over half a year, and you don't treat me as a brother anymore! No way, today you have to accompany me for a few more drinks, fulfill your host's duty. Tonight, we won't go home until we're drunk!"
Mu Shanshan, the icy CEO's accusatory tone was evident in her words. Lin Fei, who was clueless about how to explain his connection to Hell's Judgement to the woman, glanced over at Yang Zhenlong, deciding to use him to evade Mu Shanshan's possible inquiries tonight.
Lin Fei planned to use the pretext of catching up to avoid any possible questioning from Mu Shanshan, the icy CEO.
