"No, no, no," Liao Qiulong hurriedly said. "Mr. Nian, you have no idea. I stupidly let her get into my head. Jiang Qifei said that her daughter and you were childhood sweethearts and that when you two broke up, her daughter would become your wife. I was thinking that if that really happened, I'd become your relative, right? But, but… She fooled me…"
Luosang felt speechless. Back then, Jiang Qifei had still been his mistress. Relatives? So disgusting.
Nian Junting sat back down, lifted the lid off his teacup, then picked up the cup and took a sip of the tea.
Liao Qiulong gave a bitter smile and said, "Mr. Nian, I won't beg you for anything else, but please, stop doing this. My company has suffered a great loss. I'll get that thing for you, then we'll call it even. We're all businessmen, after all. There's no need for us to make things ugly. We can work together in the future. We, Qifeng Holdings, are planning to expand our business to Southeast Asia…"
