Guo Ping'an was a man who indulged in alcohol, sex, and money. He had never been soft-hearted toward his female artistes. Therefore, unless it was someone who was willing to sell themselves for ambition or a female artiste who was desperate, very few people would choose his company.
If others were willing to offer themselves up to him, then so be it.
This had nothing to do with Qiao Weiyang.
However, if someone deliberately sent her to Guo Ping'an, it would be a different matter.
Qiao Weiyang said calmly, "I'm sorry, President Guo. My work has already been scheduled. I won't trouble you."
She shoved the glass into his hand and smiled faintly. "Thank you for the wine."
With that, she walked gracefully to the other side.
Guo Ping'an was not angry. Her last move just now was really memorable.
It was a pity to miss out on such a good beauty.
Qiao Weiyang walked up to Old Madam Qiao, her eyes turning cold.
