“Miss Xiao’s father is responsible for Mazaki Automotive’s overall business in Japan, and she is also a member of the work team,” Zhao Qianqiu introduced politely, automatically omitting the past romantic relationship between her and Lu Ziyi.
“Oh?” Xia Xi drew out her tone, with implications worth pondering.
“But does she have the right to decide on the agency cooperation?”
Of course not! Zhao Qianqiu quickly answered in her mind, but wisely kept silent.
“Miss Xiao, I think this is our first meeting. I don’t understand where your hostility comes from? But I’m not interested in pursuing it,” Xia Xi elegantly stood up, clearly showing she didn’t take this spoiled young lady seriously, “Manager Zhao, if you have any questions about the project proposal, feel free to contact me.”
“Hey! You stop right there,” seeing her turn and leave, Xiao Meisan was both angry and anxious, “I said, stop right there.”
“What can I do for you, Miss Xiao?” Xia Xi paused, still asking relatively politely.
“I just want to tell you not to dream. I will absolutely never give you this contract,” Xiao Meisan threatened through gritted teeth.
“I believe your company will assess this, and whether cooperation succeeds or fails is not something I can decide. Miss Xiao need not specially tell me.” The two women met face-to-face for the first time with sparks flying, and Summer Xi, who had always been calm, clearly had the upper hand. “You—” Provoked to the extreme by her indifferent demeanor, Xiao Meishen truly wanted to tear apart her confident expression. “I didn’t expect the world to change, where even an illegitimate daughter speaks so loudly.” The lowest blow, a vicious personal attack. “Whether I am an illegitimate daughter is irrelevant to obtaining the agency rights for Zhen Ji. Miss Xiao has gone off-topic.” Summer Xi politely nodded and smiled at her. “Goodbye.” *** “…Is that so? I would also like to see that scene!” After hearing Zhao Qianchiu describe the morning confrontation between the two women, Duan Yeqin murmured to himself, though his flat expression showed no particular interest. “However, that way of speaking is indeed very much Summer Xi’s style,” Lu Ziye curved his thin li
