Zhao Xiaoman saw Ye Wudao drink so much on her behalf and worried that something may go wrong with him. Pretending she couldn't hold her liquor, she said she needed to rest, and Ye Wudao, picking up on the cue, helped her up to the hotel room to rest.
The banquet downstairs also dispersed. The only ones who weren't drunk were President Qu and that director, who watched Zhao Xiaoman's retreating figure with reluctance. He gestured for President Qu to come over and whispered a few words in his ear.
"No, no, Director Wang, Zhao Xiaoman comes from the Capital City, we can't afford to offend her," said President Qu. Although he coveted Zhao Xiaoman's beauty, he dared only fantasize about it.
"What do you mean, no? This is GuiZhou, not the Capital City. Qu Fatty, don't forget, if I don't nod and sign, your production line won't have a chance of being sold," Director Wang snorted coldly.
