"Hehe, as long as it's not a fright."
Tong Dan handed out the cutlery.
Old Min unwrapped the disposable chopsticks, his expression complex, filled with emotion, as he looked at Jiang Chen, wanting to speak but hesitating, and finally couldn't help but complain.
"Jiang Chen, you're such a big boss, inviting us to a place like this, isn't that a bit stingy?"
Tong Dan and Fang Qing both laughed.
"Because I know that Teacher Min isn't someone who cares about appearances."
Old Min instinctively raised his chopsticks, pointed at him, "You little rascal..."
As soon as he spoke, he realized something was off, awkwardly closing his mouth and his chopsticks hanging in midair.
Seeing the big picture through a small lens.
The success of the person opposite him might be beyond his imagination.
No longer the young man he used to call to the office for reprimands every few days.
"All capitalists are like this. Teacher Min, I'll treat you to a big meal some other day."
