Wang Xiaotian, Fang Tongzhi, Liu Yingjun, Ma Ke, and Yu Xueqin, a group of nine in total, were led by the hotel lobby manager to the presidential suite on the 25th floor.
The door was open. Han Lie stood in the center of the living room, with Nata and her team greeting them at the entrance.
This group of young men wasn't entirely unaccustomed to grand occasions, but faced with such a reception, they still unconsciously straightened their backs and held their heads a little higher.
"Fang, Liu, everyone, please take a seat."
Han Lie's attitude was quite enthusiastic, yet it didn't seem overly warm; his management of personal distance was somewhat reminiscent of Xi Luting. He was truly adept at learning and applying what he observed.
As for what drinks to offer, Han Lie didn't mention a word. Nata was specifically there to handle such details.
