Ye Qilan stood up and walked over to Chairman Zhao, looking down on him condescendingly: "Chairman Zhao, since our cooperation is hopeless, farewell."
"Mr. Ding, please wait a moment. Since you are here, why not have a couple of drinks before you go?" Chairman Zhao said, winking at two beauties not far away.
The two women got the hint and approached Ye Qilan with glasses in hand.
Unfortunately, before they could even touch Ye Qilan's clothes, they were frozen by his cold gaze. For a moment, they stood petrified, not daring to come any closer to Ye Qilan.
"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and toast Mr. Ding!" Chairman Zhao barked.
The two women snapped out of it, attempting to play the same trick again.
Ye Qilan frowned in annoyance: "Seduction and alcohol won't work on me. Keep these low tactics for someone else."
