The venue's construction was finished, and all the permits had been approved. Ni Guangli was busy preparing for his own cooking variety show, so when he saw Sang Yuan appear before him looking pitiful, he couldn't help but sigh.
"Little Sang! What's wrong this time?"
Ever since he found out this guy wanted to be his son-in-law, he could no longer bring himself to call him "President Sang"—not even if he placed the biggest order in the world.
Sang Yuan's eyes lit up, but he immediately suppressed his delight and let out a long sigh. "Sigh..."
'He's clearly brought his troubles to my doorstep!'
Ni Guangli loved to joke around, so seeing Sang Yuan in this state, he couldn't resist teasing him.
"It's not even the end of the year. Don't tell me you're here to buy hot pot seasoning to hand out as Valentine's Day gifts for your employees?"
Sang Yuan nearly choked.
