"Director Zhu, what are we going to have for dinner tonight?" Lin Hai persisted annoyingly.
Director Zhu inwardly wished he could stomp Lin Hai to death. Couldn't he take a look in the mirror and see what he really was? And he still wanted to dine with me? Is he worthy?
"Brother Lin, I just remembered that I have something to do tonight, let's do it another time." Though educated, Director Zhu tactfully declined.
"Oh, that's too bad, I was thinking of inviting Zhang Mouyi and Feng Dagang to join us for dinner."
Lin Hai looked genuinely disappointed.
"Keep bragging, as if you really think you're anything special," Director Zhu scorned in his heart.
"Director Zhu, next time we eat, I was thinking of inviting some 'push-the-button-and-twist' girls to keep us company, how about that?"
"Young man, there's a limit to showing off," Director Zhu huffed coldly.
"What else are you saying, Director Zhu? I don't understand."
