Pei Mingyuan looked at this young man with a face full of stubble and was a bit dumbfounded, then glanced at the big shot next to him, who was also a young man. However, seeing him in a suit, he did look somewhat distinguished.
As for Zhu Yan, whose shoulder was being patted by Fang Yi, he looked completely bewildered and confused.
Since when did I become a big shot?
While he was still in a daze, Fang Yi had already walked in, found a spot to sit casually, and Zhu Yan smiled at Pei Mingyuan, quickly took out a cigarette, and handed it over.
Pei Mingyuan took out a cigarette, tucked it behind his ear, and turned back to see Fang Yi sitting there, clearly not planning to leave. He felt helpless; there was no way he could just pick Fang Yi up and throw him out.
Pei Mingyuan had no choice but to bring over a menu, allowing Fang Yi to order some dishes.
