Qing Yue's statement was so direct that Mr. Wei was taken aback for a moment.
Xia Xin glanced at Qing Yue, his brow furrowed, not quite understanding what Qing Yue meant.
Are people from Shiyan's side all this strange?
Admirers too...
He wondered if Mr. Fu would beat him up if he heard this.
"Oh... so you're friends, then? Well, if you're a friend of the Abbot, you are my friend, too. Let's all go up and take a seat," Mr. Wei, a shrewd businessman accustomed to the cutthroat world of commerce, and adept at speaking to people on their terms, immediately smoothed over the atmosphere upon detecting its subtleties.
Qing Yue, with keen interest, responded, "Sure, I'll impose then."
Mr. Wei quickly waved his hands, insisting it wouldn't be an imposition at all.
Fortunately, the elevator was fairly quick in its ascent.
The group soon arrived on the floor where Mr. Wei's apartment was located, which broke the awkward silence in the elevator.
