Zhangkou Grand Hotel, VIP private room.
Everyone gathered happily, appearing very cheerful.
Today is a celebration, so everyone is in a great mood.
Although Yang Chen's absence made Wei Qingzhong a bit displeased, he did not blame him. Instead, he stood up with a smile and said to Yang Chen, "Xiaoyang, come quickly, everyone is waiting for you!"
Yang Chen apologized, "Sorry, I'm late."
"It's fine, Yang, we haven't been here long either," said Frank Gregory.
With Frank Gregory saying so, others had nothing more to add.
Yang Chen sat beside Frank Gregory, while Ye Xin sat next to Yang Chen. Wei Xueqing and Wei Qingzhong sat together.
Wei Qingzhong took out a bottle of wine, smiling, "Xiaoyang, I've heard that those who return from the Guard have an excellent drinking capacity. Look at this bottle of wine, it's one of my treasured collections!"
Yang Chen's eyes brightened; he liked drinking baijiu and could tell at a glance that this wine was something special!
