Looking resentfully at Zuzi getting out of the car at the hotel, waving goodbye breezily, Bao Gucheng sat in the back seat with a stern face.
Wei Yang sneaked a glance at his boss through the rear-view mirror, feeling like the boss was a bit like a statue today.
Was it because he was going to visit the Old President, so he was a bit heavy-hearted.
Trying to lighten the mood, Wei Yang forced a laugh and said, "Mr. Bo, is the boat running smoothly?"
Bao Gucheng grunted in response.
The boat was fine, it was drinking that caused trouble.
Wei Yang: "I heard Miss Xi prepared a gift for you, can we have a look?"
Bao Gucheng lifted his chin, shifting lightly in his seat to feel the cloud-like comfort of the four-cornered pants, looking much better: "Not convenient."
However, there's also an umbrella worth showing off.
He picked up the plain white umbrella beside him, gently stroking the agarwood handle.
