Old Xing was not what Han Lie had anticipated.
He was a gaunt man with a long, mournful face, like a bitter melon. An Hermès belt was cinched conspicuously around his waist, and he had his arm around a pretty young woman in her early twenties.
Today's banquet was indeed a private affair, with only three men present.
Old Dou hadn't even brought his usual buxom young companion; instead, he'd brought an unfamiliar girl.
Both young women were quite attractive; one was dressed in a China Eastern Airlines flight attendant uniform, the other in yoga pants and a bandeau top.
Unfortunately, when Guo Qingting gracefully made her entrance, Han Lie only saw two trembling little quails.
"AIYOH, Teacher Han, your friend is that..." Old Xing said, surprised as he shook hands with Han Lie, his eyes darting towards Guo Qingting.
"Just a minor entertainer."
Han Lie nodded reservedly and replied with a faint smile, "Does General Manager Xing also follow the entertainment industry?"
