His good friend Fu Qingzhu was also very helpful. Upon hearing that there was an official position available, he hung up the phone and rushed over, skipping breakfast, which he later had at the Pingxi Marquis Mansion, invited by Yang Xiao.
"My good friend, you know me well; I'm not interested in being the Marquis Zhenbei of Xiang Ma Town at all. But if I can help you, then I'm obliged to do so."
"Well... should I change into something more formal, maybe leave a good impression on the hotel executives? I forgot to do so in my hurry," said Fu Qingzhu, wiping his mouth after eating a basket of xiaolongbao, still in his pajamas, with a very serious attitude.
Seeing this, Sui Chengguo, who was at the same table having breakfast, couldn't help but laugh. Yang Xiao's friends were each more interesting than the last.
"Marquis Zhenbei, I've prepared clothes for you earlier; you'll go and try them on later." Yang Xiao never bickers with Fu Qingzhu, teasing him with a smile.
