Yan Wenli took the towel handed to him by the secretary and wiped his hands, then stepped forward, pulling Tang Fei to sit down on the sofa, and said, "Tang Fei, although this is our first meeting, I've long admired your reputation."
Tang Fei quickly stood up, his expression terrified, and said, "Director, you're going to kill me with such praise."
"Sit down, sit down." Yan Wenli pulled Tang Fei back down and asked, "Tea or liquor?"
Drinking during work hours? This guy... is bold.
"I'll follow the Director's lead," Tang Fei said.
"Then let's have a drink. Whiskey, gifted by the King," Yan Wenli personally picked up the bottle and poured a glass for himself and Tang Fei, then spoke, "I like to drink when I'm happy and also when I'm angry. Alcohol, you see, is best at expressing your emotions."
"It proves that the Director is a man of sentiment," Tang Fei flattered.
