The three members of the Feng Family all perked up, ready to listen.
Shen Jiayin's habit of being sparing with words hadn't changed: "Okay."
"Is it just one sentence?" Zhao Wensheng pressed on.
Shen Jiayin raised her eyes, seemingly a bit curious about him today. In the past, they weren't really familiar with each other. They didn't have much interaction on business matters. She wasn't fond of socializing, even though she knew this man was an old classmate who had a good relationship with her husband.
"Yes." Shen Jiayin replied, lowering her head.
Jun Ye interjected, neither warmly nor coldly: "Before, you all said I spoke little, now you should say I speak quite a lot."
Zhao Wensheng laughed twice. The three members of the Feng Family laughed dryly to accommodate the authority figure.
It was truly exhausting. Feng Sihai was sweating all over from eating.
"This stir-fried broccoli is delicious; did Auntie cook it?" Zhao Wensheng said, pulling the atmosphere back.
