Qin Muni arched her beautiful brows, giving a slightly cocky hum, "I think so too."
Yisen was amused by her narcissistic attitude and reached out again to gently tap the tip of Qin Muni's nose.
Before long, President Chen's secretary arrived on the rooftop, carrying fried chicken in one hand and beer in the other.
His breath was unsteady, clearly having been instructed by President Chen to buy the fried chicken and beer in a hurry.
He placed the fried chicken and beer on the coffee table, bowing respectfully to Qin Muni and Yisen, "Chairman, madam, I've brought the fried chicken and beer you requested."
"Thanks a lot," Yisen said politely, reaching into his pocket to take out his wallet.
President Chen's secretary saw his gesture and shook his head repeatedly, "President Chen said it's on his tab, if there's nothing else, I won't disturb you."
As he finished speaking, seemingly afraid that Yisen would try to force money on him, he hurriedly left.
