For Xu Jingxi to make an investment, how dare they come up with such a mess of excuses.
The position at the pinnacle of capital operation, for whom can it dictate?
The glass of water he finally deigned to notice was not to his satisfaction, and he didn't even want to touch it. His gaze returned to the young girl's face, "Why are you spacing out?"
She pointed to the contract in the trash can, "I know you're in a bad mood."
"Not at all," Xu Jingxi said with a smile as he rubbed the back of her head.
His smile shifted in a second, and his eyes grew subtly more bloodshot as he heard him lightly add, "A week ago, they were on their knees begging me to invest, and now they still fantasize about getting fairness from me."
There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world, especially when asking from the powerful. She nodded blankly, still pondering how to please Mr.
The thought of her studio...
Her ancestors were greedy; they asked for too much.