Lu Yan glanced at Qiao Fei, trying to pass him a look...
Reluctantly, Qiao Fei stood up, poured a glass of warm water for the old guy, and placed it on the desk.
As the white old guy reached out eagerly for the glass, he touched Qiao Fei's hand.
Feeling sick, Qiao Fei almost took out a knife and stabbed the old guy.
"I'm very interested in Chinese culture, especially the Dao of tea… Some local Chinese always give me gifts of top-quality Pu'er tea leaves."
"I've heard that you like China, Mr. Smith." Lu Yan forced out a smile.
"Yes. I especially like Chinese people…" Then he looked at Qiao Fei pointedly.
Lu Yan's subordinates finally understood their boss's intention.
"It seems Boss wants Young Master Qiao to seduce the gay foreigner with his good looks."
"Ahem. How could Young Master Qiao agree to that? It's not his cool and reserved style."
"With our boss's temper, who dares to disobey her?"
