Zhang Chusheng's contempt couldn't have been more evident.
His expression made it clear he was mocking Ye Tiao's wild fantasies.
But Ye Tiao seemed not only unperturbed but even pleased.
She stood up, smiling, and said, "Just wait and see. The companies coming for me won't just be yours. If you're not interested in collaboration, there's the door—straight ahead and to the right."
Zhang Chusheng: "..."
He had been in the industry for so long yet had never met such a brazen newcomer.
It wasn't until later that Zhang Chusheng realized that Ye Tiao was Tang Wu's childhood friend.
Birds of a feather flock together, indeed.
At Giant Bar, in the presidential suite on the second floor.
Shi Lingyan lounged on the couch with ease.
His tall frame stretched out, legs casually crossed, his deep blue shirt half unbuttoned with his tie loosely hanging around his neck, and his hands resting on the back of the couch.
He epitomized relaxation.
