Leng Youchen fixed his gaze on her. The woman before him had crimson lips and pristine teeth, her features delicate, and eyes a deep ocean blue, shining with a stubborn brilliance—and disdain.
She disdained fighting for what belonged to others.
He slowly parted his lips. "When did I ever say the business trip to Birmingham was because of Designer Luo Yi's project?"
"Huh?" Wei Anning's mouth opened wide in surprise.
"As for the project Luo Yi is managing, I reviewed it. The company's reputation is awful—they're using projects as bait to fish for kickbacks. Even if she secures it, they'll squeeze every last bit out of it like shearing wool off a lamb. Do you really think I need to personally intervene for a project like that?" The man's voice was laced with disdain and arrogance.
Wei Anning immediately felt reassured; as long as it wasn't about competing with Luo Yi for projects, it was fine.
"Then why are we going to Birmingham?"
