The private room door was gently pushed open.
The portly Sun Jiajie and the tall and thin Wang Dongrui walked in.
They immediately spotted two familiar figures.
Wang Dongrui's face was a picture of astonishment.
Sun Jiajie instinctively blinked, glanced at Tang Song, then at the sexy and beautiful Gao Mengting, as if he had guessed something.
A layer of fine sweat instantly covered his forehead.
Just now, he and Wang had been speaking well of Miss Gao in the private room in order to curry favor with Huang Yangming.
This shit was just too absurd—it was like getting shot while lying down!
He swallowed, hurriedly said with enthusiasm, "President Tang, I had no idea the friend you were waiting for was Miss Gao, this is such a coincidence!"
Upon hearing this, a spark of realization flashed across Tang Song's mind.