What's going on?
Nan Zhubin glanced curiously at Shen Bing and then at his watch, "Is it a client? But we should still have about ten minutes before the consultation starts. Could he have arrived early?"
At the same time, Nan Zhubin noticed that Shen Bing's expression was somewhat subtle.
[The corners of his mouth were twitching, as if he wanted to curl them up but was suppressing it; the corners of his eyes were restraining from curving—Is he forcibly holding back joy?]
[Did something good happen, but he's holding back trying to play a trick on me?]
Seeing that Nan Zhubin misunderstood, Shen Bing seemed to want to restrain something but couldn't help bursting into laughter, "Pfft!"
"Mr. Nan, it's something good, really good!" His tone couldn't hide his excitement, "Come out and see, and you'll understand!"
Nan Zhubin raised an eyebrow, pulled back his chair, and walked toward the reception area.
He saw Lu Jia offering tea to a middle-aged man in a suit and tie.
