"Xianli," Chen Ting called him, her expression hesitant, as if she didn't know how to speak, "Do you understand what happened to my brother some time ago?"
Towards the end of the dinner, Chen Ting began to bring up this topic.
She didn't want to ask Zhang Xianli for help at all. For someone like Chen Qun, staying in prison was the best destination for him, but she didn't dare to disobey Chen Hou's request for her.
Moreover, not far away, Chen Hou arranged for someone to keep an eye on them.
Zhang Xianli didn't even put down his chopsticks and asked nonchalantly, "What's the matter?"
It seems unclear.
Chen Ting felt relieved, so she could make Chen Qun the victim.
Chen Ting put down her chopsticks with a sad look on her face, "Some time ago, a friend of my brother came to him and wanted to ask him to work on a sand mining project together. That friend was my brother's best friend, so my brother didn't think much about it. , believed him. Who knew, that friend didn’t even apply for a sand mining license, and then..."
Chen Ting seemed to be unable to speak anymore and stopped talking.
Only then did Zhang Xianli raise his gaze, and Chen Ting continued, "...He was prosecuted by jianchayuan for illegal mining."
Zhang Xianli put down his chopsticks, picked up his wine glass, and took a sip, "Where is he being held?"
Chen Ting quickly examined Zhang Xianli's expression to make sure there was no trace of disgust on his face before she gave the guard's address.
"I see."
This means that Zhang Xianli agreed to help.
Chen Ting was happy because she thought Zhang Xianli went to save Chen Qun because of her face.
She smiled and talked about the rest.
But Zhang Xianli seemed not interested in these topics. He drank slowly and cast indifferent glances from time to time.
It wasn't until she mentioned that Lisa would hold an art exhibition in Jingnan City this Saturday that Zhang Xianli became interested.
"Lisa who painted "Carnival"?"
"Yes, are you free this Saturday? Let's go see it together?"
"No."
Zhang Xianli took a sip of wine, his eyes showing the light that was about to catch his prey.
Little Sun’s favorite new generation painter is her.
I'm just waiting for her to come this Saturday.
Zhang Xianli has already thought about what gift to give when the time comes.
Chen Ting showed a trace of regret, but soon she brought up another topic.
"Hello, handsome guy." A figure suddenly stood next to the table.
Zhang Xianli raised his gaze indifferently, while Chen Ting raised her gaze in confusion.
The feminine-looking boy propped up his arms and pressed them on the table. He felt very feminine, but his words were very mean, "Handsome, I'm attracted to you, please give me your WeChat ID."
Zhang Xianli and Chen Ting's faces turned dark.
The boy didn't wait for Zhang Xianli to answer. He stood up and judged Chen Ting with his critical eyes, "Tsk, handsome guy, your taste is bad. This woman is not good-looking, and she looks a bit mean. Hey, your chin is too good. Where is it made? This technology is not good, it feels like it can poke a hole in the table..."
Chen Ting drooped her eyelids, as if she was hurt by the bad words and was about to cry, but her eyes were filled with viciousness and her nails dug deeply into her flesh.
If Zhang Xianli wasn't here, she would really tear this sissy's mouth to pieces.
Zhang Xianli looked at Chen Ting's appearance and had no reaction in his heart. He knew that Chen Ting was faking it.
But people were eating at the same table as him, and this man's words disgusted him.
The boy was having a great time acting, but when he saw Zhang Xianli's half-smiling expression, fear arose in his heart and his words got stuck.
"Are you done? You are so good at talking. Do you want me to help you put your head on this table so that you can finish talking?"
The boy laughed dryly. He only dared to say these words in public. Who would have thought that this man would really ignore the impact, "Sorry, sorry. I'm leaving first."
