With Chen Xin's intervention, everyone settled down.
Those who had had too much to drink, like Jiang Peiyao, Li Jinshu, and Song Xiaowei, were passed out on the sofa.
Su Mu, Liang Yan, and others who were just tipsy went downstairs to mingle with their employees.
Su Mu and Liang Yan were even goaded by their employees into getting on stage to perform.
Su Mu sang a relatively old song, "That Year in a Hurry."
No technique, all emotion—it really struck a chord with everyone.
Xu Yun listened quietly from upstairs, sipping his drink, feeling a pang of youthful regret.
"President Su is a good woman, too!"
Lin Wanzhou shook his head. "You're going to run through all the good women in Jiangcheng."
"If you're jealous, just say so. I won't laugh at you."
"Me, jealous of you?"
Lin Wanzhou instinctively glanced at Wang Yurou, who wasn't far away. "The woman I like isn't inferior to any of yours."
Xu Yun said smugly, "But you only have one. I have many confidantes."
