"Mr. Chu!"
"Mr. Song!"
Chu Luo gave him a slight nod, and inwardly cursed. Damn, this man, how swiftly he can change his demeanor.
One minute he was cold and dark.
The next, he had returned to his dignified elegance.
In reality, someone like Song Tianmo is far too dangerous. If not necessary, deep down, Chu Luo would rather not become his enemy. Moreover, at this moment, there was no direct competition between Chu's and Song's companies.
However, Ling Fei was feeling terribly unwell. Right now, Chu Luo had no desire for small talk. After exchanging greetings with Song Tianmo, he once again held Ling Fei closely. She had, without him realizing, placed even more of her weight on him. Worried about her health, he was eager to take her away.
But how could Song Tianmo let him leave?
Without a thought, he stood in front of the door of the BMW, looking at Ling Fei, who was held by Chu Luo.