Tang Yibin quickly composed himself and went up with a smile, "Hello, Young Master Ling!"
He didn't extend his hand for a shake because he had heard that this Young Master Ling was a bit of a germaphobe who didn't like getting too close to people.
Ling Mohan glanced at him and nodded slightly, which counted as a greeting.
Tang Yibin was very pleased, "Young Master Ling, please have a seat over there."
Ling Mohan didn't stand on ceremony and sat down on the sofa by himself.
Tang Yibin saw that he wasn't bothered, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
He also walked over and sat on the other side, "I wonder what kind of tea Young Master Ling would like?"
"No need, I'm here to discuss a project today, so let's not waste time." Ling Mohan said expressionlessly.
To be honest, he was already somewhat regretting coming here.
He was born with a kind of emotional deficiency. He hadn't expected to get so close to Tang Anzhi yesterday, so he came today to verify it.
