"Mr. Ye, I've been looking for a chance to thank you. Tonight's dinner is on me," Yang Xinyi said with a smile.
That one smile felt like a warm spring breeze washing over the room.
"Waiter!" Ye Xiong raised his hand.
When the waiter came over, Ye Xiong said, "Bring me your most expensive bottle of red wine."
The words had barely left his lips when Xiao Fangfang shot him a fierce glare.
"What are you glaring at? It's not your money, and President Yang is happy to pay, right?" Ye Xiong said, pursing his lips.
Yang Xinyi, apparently accustomed to his carefree manner, just laughed and said, "It's fine."
"Xinyi, this guy is taking advantage of the situation. You shouldn't be so easy on him."
"That's enough, Fangfang. I know what I'm doing," Yang Xinyi said before turning her smiling gaze back to Ye Xiong. "Mr. Ye..."
"You should just use my name."
Being called "Mr. Ye" by her over and over was making his skin crawl.
"Alright, I'll just call you Ye Xiong then."
