"Heh, President Murong Fei, I heard you arrived in Beijing this afternoon. You got to Beijing and didn't even call me. This is my turf, and I should be the host. How about it, I'll treat you, let's have a meal together tomorrow?"
Du Mingwei raised his wine glass with a generous look, clinked glasses with Qin Tian, drank the red wine, and continued, "In the past, whenever I was in Zhonghai, you always said you were too busy. Now that you are in Beijing, you should give me some face, right? If you reject me again, I'll be heartbroken..."
Upon hearing Du Mingwei's words, a look of embarrassment appeared on Murong Fei's face as she said, "Young Master Du, aren't we essentially having dinner together at tonight's banquet? Let's skip tomorrow. I have my agenda already arranged for tomorrow in Beijing, and I really can't make it."
