Zhao Feiyang took off his coat and hung it up. Xu Chunliang didn't act too eagerly; if it were another subordinate, they would have rushed to help him hang up his coat, but he just poured him a cup of tea.
Zhao Feiyang had noticeably lost some weight recently, indicating significant work pressure, but it made him appear more capable. After sitting down, he took a sip of tea and said, "Sorry to keep you waiting."
Xu Chunliang smiled and said, "It's only natural for a subordinate to wait for the leader. If I kept you waiting, that would be very disrespectful."
Zhao Feiyang laughed heartily, "You little rascal, you have quite the mouth."
Xu Ying came to serve the dishes personally, first bringing out a few appetizers, and asked what kind of alcohol they would like to drink.
Zhao Feiyang sought Xu Chunliang's opinion, which was effectively no opinion at all; he agreed to whatever arrangements the leader made as host.
