Result

A fat, ugly, and bald man looked at Fang Xingyue from a distance and grinned while saying, "Isn't that the Fang Clan's Young Miss? Why did the Song Clan allow them to come in?"

Next to him, another wealthy man who was also a bit fat said, "Boss Jiang, why, have you taken a liking to her? I heard that you wooed her a few years back but was given a slap in the face."

The bald Boss Jiang stroked his face, and a hint of hatred flashed in his eyes. "Hmph, that was before. Right now, the Fang Tian Corporation is losing money everyday, and we don't even know if they'll be able to make it past this year. It'll be fine for me to have some fun with this Young Miss after their Fang Clan has gone bankrupt."

At this, the two of them exchanged a glance and started grinning.

Fang Xingyue ran around, feeling more and more dejected.

"I'm sorry, our company doesn't have excess capital recently either."