"Lianlian, are you overthinking this? You're our Luoluo's dear cousin, so that makes you my dear cousin too. I wouldn't have enough time to suck up to you, let alone find you redundant!"
Luo Lian couldn't help but laugh, "Boss Qu, I'm younger than you."
Qu Yue, while pouring tea, said half-jokingly, "Just go along with it; calling you 'cousin' randomly is inconvenient, 'older cousin' sounds better."
"Boss Qu, you are such a good person," Luo Lian said sincerely.
Qu Yue waved his hand continuously, "Let's not hand out good person cards so casually. When I hear that, why do I feel so sad?"
"Boss Qu, you really are a good person, truly," Luo Ye said while handing him a cup of tea, "Running Liangyou's business must be tiring for Boss Qu. I'll substitute tea for wine and offer a toast."
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At the entrance of Liangyou Hotel, a delicate woman in her twenties was pacing back and forth, her anxiety clearly visible on her face. She was Song Yaxian, Yang Ming's girlfriend.
