"Let's go, President Wu! On to the next round!"
The group stood at the entrance of Zifei. Zeng Guangrong, face flushed and beaming, clung to Wu Yun's arm, insisting on taking him to a club for a foot soak and a bath.
"Zeng Xing! Let's just call it a day. There will be plenty of other opportunities! Why don't President Li and Zeng Xing go? I really do have something I need to do—I have to pick up my girlfriend!"
Seeing that Wu Yun had brought out his girlfriend as a shield, Zeng Guangrong didn't insist.
If Wu Yun wasn't going, Li Qiuliang certainly wouldn't agree to go in front of him.
And so, Zeng Guangrong's banquet came to an unceremonious end. This felt quite strange to him; his previous clients couldn't wait to get a foot massage and a body massage—a two-pronged approach!
Since he had expected Zeng Guangrong would invite him for drinks, Wu Yun had driven his G63 over. This time, he avoided the awkward situation of the valet having nowhere to put their electric scooter.
