Zhou Maoda appeared to be in his forties, slightly plump.
Whether affected by alcohol or shaken by Shen Xi's composed words, he suddenly staggered a bit and hurriedly reached out to support himself against the wall.
He slowly turned around, his gaze fixated on the woman in front of him as he walked toward the table.
Seeing that the dishes had been laid out on the table, but that no one had started eating yet.
He couldn't help looking down at Shen Xi with a puzzled expression, "You didn't arrange this whole table of dishes just to wait for me, did you?"
"You guessed it right," Shen Xi said with a faint smile, gently extending her hand, "Director Zhou, please take a seat."
Zhou Maoda's eyes held a trace of wariness as he slowly sat down opposite Shen Xi, "May I ask what the young lady's family name is?"
Shen Xi took out a business card from her bag and had Jian Fan hand it to him. After receiving it, Zhou Maoda looked up at Shen Xi in surprise.
Indeed, looks can be deceiving.