Who was dead meat?
Editor: Atlas Studios
Nobody knew what Nian Xiaomu said to Lombardi.
By the time Wang Miaomiao dawdled back after taking her time, she saw Lombardi and his team stand up from their seats and make their way out of the restaurant.
None of their facial expressions looked good at all.
No, to be exact, they looked even worse in comparison to when she had just left…
It seemed that Nian Xiaomu had really messed it up!
A joyful look flashed past her face. Walking up, she pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Mr. Lombardi, allow me to escort you out?"
"No need for that! Let's call it a day. Don't any of you come and disturb me again!" Lombardi said as he panted with rage. Following which, he swung his arms and walked away with big steps.
One by one, the people behind him followed suit and left as well.
The atmosphere had fallen to a freezing point.
Without asking, all of them knew that this was the end of the collaboration.