"Heh," Zhou Jin sneered with a chilly smile, "I don't have time recently, make an appointment with my secretary first."
Li Qianrui's brows knitted in irritation. Sure enough, this man could never be low enough, there was only ever lower.
"What I said won't change. You can come to find me once you admit defeat."
"Come to find you for what? To sleep with you?"
"If you don't sleep with me, then just wait to sleep with your landlord."
"I'd rather sleep with the landlord than sleep with you, because the sight of you makes me feel... nauseous."
Zhou Jin's cold eyes flashed a ghostly green, and his pale, handsome face contorted a bit, "Li Qianrui, you..."
Beep beep—the woman on the other end had already hung up the phone directly.
She, dared?
Bang—a sound echoed as Zhou Jin smashed his phone against the car window.
Mo Yan's scalp tingled; he had never seen the president so enraged before. He didn't even dare to breathe too heavily now.
