Chu Yan looked at Bruce and quickly told him he didn't need to be so formal. She moved to help him up, but Zhou Fan stopped her.
"Don't mind him," Feng Shen said with a smile, seeing Chu Yan's confusion. "Back when this guy was with us, there was hardly a day the boss didn't chew him out. He's used to it. He must have forgotten the boss's temper after being away for so long!"
"You're slandering me! I haven't forgotten Zhou's temper; I'm just not used to the local customs yet!" Bruce shot back indignantly as he got to his feet. But when he turned to look at Zhou Fan, 'it would've been a lie to say he wasn't moved.'
"Alright, alright, let's go eat." Zhou Fan waved dismissively. The four of them left the hotel. Feng Shen and Bruce each took a car, while Zhou Fan drove Feng Shen's Maserati with Chu Yan in the passenger seat.
"Honey, that Bruce... was he with you in the past, too?" Chu Yan asked curiously, looking at Zhou Fan as he drove.
