Old Madam Qiao had prepared a speech to persuade President Meng and praise Qiao Jierou so that he could sign Qiao Jierou. However, recalling how she had called him a pretty boy earlier, she could not find a suitable opening line.
"Old Madam Qiao, I'm discussing a collaboration with Miss Qiao. I wonder why you're looking for me? By the way, although I'm a little young, I had relied on my own efforts to establish this company. Today's also my first time meeting Miss Qiao Weiyang. I really can't afford certain nicknames."
Old Madam Qiao clenched her fists tightly. "It's… It's nothing. I'm really sorry to have disturbed you, President Meng. Also, what happened before was because of my poor eyesight. President Meng, please don't take offense."
After all, Qiao Jierou still had to work in this industry. She did not want to offend Meng Yihao.
