On the way to Ming Xuan, Leng Yichen was resting his eyes; he looked somewhat exhausted after a sleepless night.
"Old Kang has some special preferences in that regard. Go find a few girls who can accept that and offer a higher price." In the quiet car, Leng Yichen's voice sounded softly.
"Okay." Wang Hai, who was driving, responded.
At Ming Xuan, by the time Leng Yichen arrived, Mr. Kang was already waiting in a private room.
"Mr. Leng, you're a bit late!" Mr. Kang stood up with a smile, showing no displeasure.
"Sorry about that, Old Kang. There are many things going on at the company."
After Leng Yichen sat down, Mr. Kang followed suit, "No problem, you're a busy man! By the way, I haven't congratulated you yet, happy marriage! Such a big event as getting married, and you didn't give us a heads up, that's not fair!"
"Everyone's busy; once things calm down, I'll formally invite everyone." Leng Yichen smiled appropriately, speaking with ease.
Knock, knock, knock!
