Brother-in-law? Younger Sister-in-law?

Fortunately, at this moment, the waiter started serving the dishes, and the atmosphere in the private room eased a little.

"Sir, here’s your fried rice."

"Thank you." Jiang Siming picked up a spoon and started eating, showing no interest in the lavish dishes on the table.

This time, no one laughed. Watching Jiang Siming take big bites of his fried rice, they felt the dishes on the table suddenly lost their appeal, mainly because their mood had shifted.

"Everyone, dig in. Don’t just sit there," Li Yingzi urged the group to start eating and took the lead herself.

"Chairman, I still haven’t thanked you for the Jaguar you gave me. Cheers to you," Li Yingzi said with a smile, raising her glass to Jiang Siming.

"Why so formal? It’s just a meal," Jiang Siming reluctantly clinked glasses with her and then buried himself back in his food.

The others heard this, and their chopsticks almost slipped from their hands in shock.