"Everyone, let's raise our glasses to celebrate the long-term cooperation between 'Yilin' Building Materials Co., Ltd. and our company. Cheers—"
With a crisp sound, several glasses clinked together as Lin Zhou and a few men in suits raised their glasses in unison. The table was filled with the clinking of glasses and lively conversation. Lin Zhou couldn't handle alcohol, and after a few drinks, his face was red beyond recognition.
The phone in his bag rang repeatedly, but he didn't hear it, only feeling a foggy daze.
One after another came to toast him, without leaving him any respite. But to secure this deal, he managed not to collapse.
The last one to toast was a woman. He was tipsy, and when he stood up, he vaguely felt that she was very familiar.
"Tian Xin, why... how are you here... have you returned?" He reached out and suddenly pulled the woman into his arms, kissing her in front of everyone.
