"Thanks for the praises; I'm indifferent to these decorations."
Ji Ziming's lips curled, and this tepid smile made Qu Xiujie feel that there was a thousand miles of distance between them.
"Mr. Ji loves to joke."
While his voice deepened, the sincerity in his eyes touched the man slightly. He seemed to have seen it somewhere before. That was when he first met Pei Ge.
If their surnames were not different, he would think that his wife and this middle-aged man were related, but by the time he turned to look at Qu Xiujie again, he saw shrewdness in his gaze.
This was the look of a businessman who was playing with life.
All the favorable impressions he had dissipated instantly.
"Let me cut things short. Before I came looking for you, I sought your wife first, but she refused to see me, so I could only come to find you."
