"Sorry, Mr. Duan, about the matter just now, can we discuss it again? Xiaoying didn't mean it." Sister Wu, having seen more of the world, came in bearing pressure and addressed Duan Xi in a conciliatory manner.
Jiaojiao's suspicious gaze swept over the two: "Are you discussing the contract now?"
"Get out!" Duan Xi's voice was devoid of any warmth: "Yang Chen!"
"Mr. Duan..." Sister Wu naturally knew that "get out" was meant for them. She wanted to try, but Duan Xi's gaze was not something that ordinary people could withstand. Her face gradually turned pale.
Upon hearing Duan Xi's clearly angry shout, Yang Chen hurriedly ran in: "Since collaboration isn't suitable anymore, you both don't need to trouble yourselves here. Please!"
He held the door and made a gesture inviting them to leave.
