Tan Mengle had to improvise, given that his posture was now indistinguishable from kowtowing.
Though there were still a good five or six months until the new year, it didn't stop Tan Mengle from offering his New Year greetings in advance.
Being so polite, surely this "deity" wouldn't continue to make life hard for him?
Tan Mengle was extremely nervous.
He swore that later on he would give this brainless little brother of his a thorough tongue-lashing.
How could he, so clever, have ended up with such an idiot for a follower?
It was an insult to him.
"Little brother Tan Mengle here, wishing Boss Chu an early Happy New Year!"
Hearing Tan Mengle's words and seeing his actions, everyone on scene was left speechless in astonishment.
What was going on here?
How could the Crown Prince of Xinhe Company behave like this?
Bowing and scraping months ahead of the New Year?
The guests exchanged puzzled looks, unable to understand.