"Sorry for the delay."
Zhao Moxuan, rarely polite, had not yet seated himself when he saw Wen Mian look up at him.
"About the matter I just mentioned, what do you plan to do?"
"What matter?"
The man pretended not to know, blinking while intently staring into Wen Mian's eyes.
She simply pushed a document forward, her slender index finger tapping on it.
"Assets."
With just two short words, she quickly received Zhao Moxuan's response.
"No way."
Wen Mian didn't waste words, stood up, grabbed her bag, and left.
Zhao Moxuan's answer truly disappointed Wen Mian.
Since there was no agreement, there was no reason for Wen Mian to forcibly stay.
As she left, Zhao Moxuan opened his mouth to speak, but before a sound could escape, Wen Mian had vanished without a trace.
At that time, it was the agreed moment for Wen Mian and Zhou Ci to arrive at the designated hotel.
Wen Mian had prepared ten minutes early, just waiting for Zhou Ci and Pei Qingqing to make an appearance together.