After sitting for a while longer, the two of them saw Duan Ying bring over two middle-aged men in suits and introduce them to Grandpa Duan.
Grandpa Duan seemed quite satisfied.
At this moment, Duan Lao was left to the side, following the old man, making toasts and socializing. He looked like the well-behaved grandson, occasionally glancing over at the two with a smile, and then he lifted his cup again.
Mo Liancheng also picked up his cup and raised it.
Embracing the new etiquette he had learned here. After a while, he arched an eyebrow, sensing something, "Tan'er, it seems we might have implicated Duan Lao."
"What?" They hadn't done anything, right?
"These two invitations, it seems they're quite significant."
"Hmm?"
"Clearly, the woman has gained an advantage."
"You mean, we let the two old men compete against each other?" Qu Tan'er curled her lip.
