Qin Yu scoffed, "Qianqian, didn't I say? He definitely has no good intentions toward you; otherwise, why would he be in such a hurry to explain?"
At that moment, Shen Qian fell silent, watching Yang Fan with a suspicious gaze.
Yang Fan, stunned, thought to himself, "God, how could I be so foolish?"
If this had been the Yang Fan of before, he would have been at a loss, but now, he simply smiled calmly and handed a business card to Qin Yu.
"Mr. Qin, my name is Yang Fan, the chairman of SNT Internet Company in the United States, let's be friends."
Qin Yu took the business card, glanced at it, and said indifferently, "So, you're a big boss. I'm afraid I'm out of your league."
Yang Fan showed a restrained smile and stated softly, "Mr. Qin, you are too modest. Just looking at you, one can tell you are an elite. May I ask what your current occupation is?"
"Me? I used to be Qianqian's company driver, and I've just become unemployed," declared Qin Yu honestly.
