After much difficulty, Bai Chenyao finally relented. After careful consideration, he decided to bring the company's Vice President, Han Qiaoyun, and the Gold Medal Agent, Zhang Haiyang, today.
The three men arrived at the Imperial Dynasty Hotel at seven o'clock and waited for half an hour.
At this point, they received a call from Bai Chenyao's side.
Staring at the phone, Cheng Junnan's brow furrowed like a twisted rope.
Han Qiaoyun frowned. He had met Bai Chenyao before, but it was really just a brief encounter.
That day, it was also in this private room. Bai Chenyao sat in the middle seat, and as soon as he was invited in, Bai Chenyao got up and left.
He was so angry he wanted to curse. In all his years in the industry, no one had ever dared to ignore him like that.
But confronted with Bai Chenyao's icy and sinister gaze, any dissatisfaction melted into thin air.
The aura of that man was incredibly strong.
Even thinking about it now sent chills down his spine.
