The dishes in the private room where Li Dingguo and Zhao Gongming were seated had already been served.
The private room was opulent and extravagant, showcasing an exquisite beauty—evidence of skilled interior work.
Li Dingguo's briefcase, which he had brought with him, hung in his field of vision, containing work-related computer and keys, hence Li Dingguo's gaze occasionally and unconsciously glanced at the briefcase, fearing it might disappear from view.
The briefcase was too important, and Li Dingguo's subtle gaze was naturally locked on it as expected.
Zhao Gongming observed all this, silently calculating.
"President Li, here, I toast to you." Zhao Gongming poured the wine, raised his glass in front of him, and handed another glass to Li Dingguo.
"You know, I can't drink alcohol; my health issues force me to avoid it. If I drink this glass and my wife finds out, she'd scold me harshly." Li Dingguo spoke decisively.
