Sheng Miao didn't react as quickly; it was Sheng Feng who first came to his senses, frowning and speaking in a solemn voice, "Sheng Tang, what nonsense are you spouting? I have business to discuss with Shiche; don't cause a scene here!"
"Is Mr. Sheng scared?" Luo Qiangwei said with a wry smile that carried an ambiguous meaning, "What are you afraid of? Afraid of Mo Shiche, or afraid of Muo Huangnian, or is it some secret you fear being exposed..."
Sheng Feng's hand tightened around the teacup, but as an old hand at this, his expression remained unchanged, "Sheng Tang, are you here to sabotage our negotiation tonight?"
Luo Qiangwei still smiled, "What do you think?"
"Tangtang, what are you trying to do?" Mo Shiche squinted his eyes at her, keenly sensing something off about her; he had felt this since her proactive behavior last night, although her initiative made it too easy for him to sink into infatuation, so he didn't ask then.
