"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to do that." Ye Xiong wiped the corner of his mouth, pretending to be anxious. "Hearing that Mr. Bu Zefu was coming made me so excited that I couldn't sleep all night, and I might have caught a cold. Here, quick, wipe it off—if you get infected by me, it would be troublesome."
Bu Zefu pulled out a tissue and disgustedly wiped the spit from his face. He desperately wanted to explode in anger, but he held it back when he considered the millions in advance payment he was about to scam.
"Let's just get down to business," Bu Zefu said to Yang Xinyi, feigning impatience. "We have a flight booked for tonight, and we have to visit another company tomorrow. There isn't much time."
Yang Xinyi glared fiercely at Ye Xiong and snapped, "Hurry up and get driving!"