"I'm fine." Ye Wangchuan raised his eyelids. His eyes were clear and he looked fine. "Uncle Liang, don't worry about me. Go ahead."
"Mm." Liang Conglin was old friends with Old Master Ye in private and was also a whole 12-year cycle older than him. Ye Wangchuan called him Uncle Liang, so he did not stand on ceremony. After agreeing, he asked him, "Do you want me to get the waiter to bring a bowl of hangover soup for you?"
Ye Wangchuan casually looked at his cell phone. Qiao Nian had not sent him a message. He placed his arm on the table and pressed his fingers against his high nose bridge as he frowned, not knowing what to think. He was about to reject him when he picked up his cell phone again. He stood up and said, "No need. I'll go out for a walk and take a breather."
"Then later..." Liang Conglin wanted to ask if he would return.
Ye Wangchuan guessed what he wanted to ask and said lazily, "It depends on the situation. It's possible that I'll return. It's also possible that I won't."
Liang Conglin nodded. He understood and informed the people around him.
The people at this table were basically all from the Ministry of Culture. Ye Wangchuan rarely met them, but this time, he gave them enough face. He punished himself with a glass of white wine for his early departure
before walking out politely.
As soon as he left, the people in the private room felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from their hearts.
Everyone looked more at ease than when he was around.
It was obvious that when Ye Wangchuan sat here, even they were a little flattered by his politeness. However, they also felt pressured.
A fat middle-aged man took out a handkerchief and waited for Ye Wangchuan to leave before he dared to wipe the sweat from his temple. He looked at Liang Conglin and sighed softly. "Young Master Ye is too polite today. He's making me nervous. Qing University is indeed a century-old school. Even Young Master Ye is giving Principal Liang face!"
Liang Conglin wanted to say that Ye Wangchuan was not giving him face. He was clearly giving Qiao Nian face. However, he did not want to say anything unnecessary. He raised his glass and chuckled easily, then said gently, "There's no such thing. It's all the same when it comes to all of us involved in education. Come, let me toast everyone. Thank you for taking the time to attend the school's anniversary celebration."
"You're too kind, Principal Liang."
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