Yun Sang also just received a message from Feng Ting.
The other party insisted on him treating them to a meal now, to return a past favor.
Yun Sang was puzzled. He had only mentioned it casually, not expecting that the great president, always busy with state affairs, would actually remember this meal.
Does Feng Ting really need this meal?
The tone seemed worried he would default on the promise to treat.
Yun Sang sneered at this, but since he had already agreed, he definitely had to host this meal.
Yun Zhishu smacked her lips, "Are presidents so idle these days?"
Yun Sang nodded, "Who says they're not!"
"It's good to have them over, once and for all. Don't associate with those political types in the future!"
"Don't worry, Mom, I know what I'm doing." Yun Sang glanced at Lu Mian beside him, who was also getting ready to go out, and chuckled. He suddenly whispered to Yun Zhishu, "Mom, I suspect that Feng Ting's intention isn't just about the meal."
