Misunderstanding

Lian Jing was a man of his word. In the morning, he signed a contract worth hundreds of millions of yuan. In the afternoon, he left Lian Meng to handle his work and disappeared somewhere with Zhong Xin.

Lian Meng gloomily argued with a group of old Caucasian men until she was red in the face. That night, she dragged her weary body back to the Lian house.

The moment she entered, she saw Lian Jing sitting leisurely on the sofa drinking tea. Lian Meng was furious. She pushed Zhong Xin aside and sat beside Lian Jing. She complained, "Brother, you musn't leave me alone again! Do you know how I survived this afternoon?"

Lian Jing put down his teacup and retracted his arm coldly. "It's just a negotiation. You've been overseas for six years and haven't even learned how to do that?"