Su Xiaomeng walked up to Rong Jing, handed over the invitation, and smiled gently,
"Young Master Rong, you've been looking more haggard by the day."
Rong Jing took Su Xiaomeng's jab with a smile and said, "With President Su working so tirelessly to find flaws in the Rong Family, I worry day and night—how could I not look haggard?"
"Seeing how you can joke back, it seems the Rong Family must have some decent countermeasures…"
Su Xiaomeng said, her elfin eyes lightly sweeping over Rong Jing and Rong Qiao standing next to him,
"Today is Mr. Rong's sixty-third birthday… could it be a trap set for me, Su Xiaomeng?"
Rong Qiao's expression stiffened, and before Rong Jing could respond, she hurriedly spoke up,
"Su Xiaomeng, you're really good at flattering yourself!"
"For my father's birthday, the attendees are all notable figures from the business and political world. To have so many people set a trap just for you—are you really that important? Heh!"
