Qiao Rui sat down on the sofa.
Across from her, He Zheng gave a slight smile and greeted her, "Little sister, you sang pretty well."
The most important thing was, she was very tactful and helped dissolve the awkwardness with a single sentence.
Qiao Rui returned a faint smile, "Mr. He, you flatter me."
"Oh, little sister knows me?" He Zheng was a bit surprised.
"Who doesn't know the famous Mr. He Zheng? You're also a prominent figure often seen in the financial newspapers, a taxpayer who has made outstanding contributions to our Qingcheng's economy."
Upon hearing this, He Zheng immediately poured Qiao Rui a glass of wine. "Little sister, here's a toast to you!"
Qiao Rui glanced at the glass of wine handed to her and then at Jiang Jinfeng.
Jiang Jinfeng immediately said, "President He, she doesn't drink."
"Not giving face?" He Zheng raised an eyebrow.
Qiao Rui shook her head. "I'll toast with tea instead, to President He."