"What are you talking about! Acting all distant with me, old Luo? If you regard me highly, don't compete with me over this! You arrange the time, I'll call you back later! Got to go now, I have some business to handle!"
Luo Dapeng pretended to be angry, decisively settling the matter in a muddled fashion, then hung up the phone.
"What's up?" Zhou Chu looked up at Zhang Yang, curiously asked.
Zhang Yang shrugged: "Luo Dapeng is organizing a celebration banquet. We're having dinner together tonight!
Let's eat, the competition is over, everyone just be steady, just don't drink too much!"
"This old Luo truly is thoughtful, providing intel and meticulously hosting us!" Han Qiang echoed.
"It's not as simple as you think. In my view, old Luo is just a social person willing to invest even if he has motives!
If he's truly so hospitable, he would have plenty of time to interact! Why wait until all three matches are over, when results are about to come out, to make the intel call?
