Long Jufang couldn't hide his disdain at Long Jian but quickly covered it up with an insincere nod. Then he leaned closer to Iris, making her flinch backwards. He didn't notice her reaction because he was looking at another direction. If he noticed it, he probably would feel offended.
Iris frowned and held her breath. Her lips pressed together into a tight line. The foul smell of alcohol, sweat, and old man body odour emitted by the elder assaulted her nose and almost made her faint on the spot. She was about to flee for fresh air when his next words stopped her.
"Look over there, Xiulan," Long Jufang whispered and used the jerk of his bearded chin to point at a group of people a few tables away. "That old man owns 3% shares."
His words temporarily distracted her from his foul smell. Immediately understanding why he was saying this, she focused on his next words.
He pointed at another table. "That madam owns 5% shares. That fella over there, 2%..."
