When he saw Lu Zhiyuan, the God of Stocks, Jin Si exclaimed internally: One can't avoid one's enemy.
His whole body was tight, and he was already prepared to comfort Mr. Sheng in case the two of them fought.
Looking at Sheng Tingze staring at him gloomily, Lu Zhiyuan smiled. "Hi, Mr. Sheng."
Although he seemed polite, Jin Si somehow felt that Lu Zhiyuan was being sarcastic.
"Then I will pay for this bottle of wine and give it to President Sheng as a gift," Lu Zhiyuan said leisurely.
Nervously standing between the two of them, Jin Si was stunned when he heard what Lu Zhiyuan said.
Why's Lu Zhiyuan… so friendly to Mr. Sheng?
No, no… I can't be confused by the enemy's sugar-coated shells! Maybe he's flaunting his wealth.
The air stewardess was also stunned. He seemed different from the rumors.
Sheng Tingze's face was tense as if saying "Do I need you to pay for me"?
