Looking now, I realize Boss Yan is somewhat different from what I imagined. I don't know if it was an illusion before, but the Boss Yan I met this time is noticeably like a carefree big boy strolling on the beach—you can't tell at all that he's ruthless!
Despite his appearance, Anderson absolutely didn't dare to neglect him.
As soon as he saw the figure, he jumped up, served tea, poured water, busied himself, then stood respectfully to the side, waiting for Yan Fei to speak.
Yan Fei wasn't trying to put on airs; he just noticed that this guy had prepared tea leaves, and his tea brewing movements seemed quite professional, so he looked a bit longer. Now seeing Anderson waiting for him to speak, he smiled and pointed to the sofa beside him, "No need to be nervous, let's sit down and talk."
Anderson wanted to refuse but was afraid of angering him, so he carefully and properly sat down on the sofa.
