"Don't understand? Get out, I need to work!"
Shen Hanqian had intended to leave, but she was supposed to stroll out leisurely, not be chased out like this, right?
Moreover, it wasn't her own decision to come here, was it?
By what right did he speak to her in that tone?
She took a few deep breaths before she finally spoke up, "Mr. Xiao, I don't know how I ended up here, certainly not of my own free will, but considering that nothing untoward happened, I'm willing to let it go. Let's talk about the sponsorship money instead!"
Shen Hanqian's words rang out strong and self-evident.
Xiao Qingcang leaned back on his executive chair with an icy expression, twirling a ballpoint pen in his hands as he gazed at her, his demeanor exuding an innate elegance and nobility, compounded by the arrogant swagger that wealth had built.
"Sponsorship money?" he repeated in a low voice, not understanding.