Bao Ye glanced at her indifferently and then withdrew his gaze, focusing on Rong Cheng with a forced smile on his face, his mind filled with the image of her tearful eyes.
It was obvious she had been wronged here.
The man's thin lips tightened slightly, his dark eyes cold as ice.
"Mayor Zou, please take a seat," Rong Cheng arranged, personally assisting Mayor Zou to sit in the main seat.
Mayor Zou: "This isn't appropriate, Xiao Rong. I remember this is your seat."
"I think I should change my seat."
Rong Cheng immediately panicked: "That won't do, Mayor Zou. It's not right for you to sit in the guest's seat."
"You stay here, and I'll sit elsewhere."
Then he directly sat next to Bao Ye.
What a coincidence.
Seeing everyone settled, the director wiped his sweat and also found his place.
After some diligent courtesy, Rong Cheng poured himself a full glass of white liquor, then stood up, holding the glass with both hands towards Mayor Zou.
"Mayor, I toast to you."
