"Uncle!" Zheng Xiaoduo waved, her lips pouting slightly. Her gloomy mood hadn't fully lifted.
Her gaze toward Chen Yang was still tinged with resentment.
Chen Yang touched his nose awkwardly and responded with a smile.
Zheng Xiaoman frowned. "Where did you get your news? Do you even know the purpose of today's banquet?"
As its name suggested, a prelude banquet was meant to spread the word to certain people in advance and build momentum. If the Martial Association wasn't setting up a sub-branch in Lingjin City, what was the point of spreading any word?
"If I didn't know, why would I have come?" Chen Yang replied with a smile.
Zheng Xiaoman stated indifferently, "You're mistaken. The Martial Association sent its top brass to Lingjin City this time precisely to establish a sub-branch."
Chen Yang didn't press the matter. He raised his glass and said, "Thank you for the concessions you made in our partnership, President Zheng. I'll drink to you."
