Wang Xiaoshuai nodded with a smile in response to Zhang Mingwei, but in his heart, he had already cursed up a storm: "You damn old tortoise, just wait until I gain some power, and I'll make sure you're trampled under my feet."
After Zhang Mingwei and Li Guomao had left, Wang Xiaoshuai and Li Yifeng sat on the sofa, chatting leisurely.
With the recent events and no elders present, the two of them felt much more relaxed.
Li Yifeng poured a glass of water for Wang Xiaoshuai and asked, "Dr. Wang, I still don't know your name. Calling you Dr. Wang all the time seems a bit too formal. I think we're about the same age. Why don't you tell me your name, so we can become friends!"
It was evident that Li Yifeng genuinely liked Wang Xiaoshuai.
Wang Xiaoshuai actually had a good impression of Li Yifeng as well.
He could see that Li Yifeng, though a second-generation rich kid, was different from the usual ones.
He was a very kind person, because he was afraid of his wife.
"Hehe!"