Capítulo 810: Do I Look Like I'm Joking?

After settling himself comfortably on the couch, Yan Rusheng began flipping a random magazine.

"President Yan, the tea is ready." Chairman Zhang presented the cup of tea with both hands to Yan Rusheng.

He was unusually courteous and respectful.

Yan Rusheng nodded. "Thank you, Chairman Zhang."

Yan Rusheng doesn't easily thank people, or at least he had never heard him say it before. Chairman Zhang felt a bit squeamish—a mixture of anxiety and panic.

He had invited him over on a weekend on a pretense of drinking tea with him. This had never happened in the years he had known him, and he knew for certain that nothing good will come out of it.

He bent and gingerly sat down on the couch while leaving a space wide enough for two more people between them.

Then he eyed Yan Rusheng apprehensively. He felt jittery.