Yao Ran was confident that the advanced prototype of the drug was still Yang Ming's priority. Otherwise, he wouldn't have bothered saving her back then. Surely, whatever conversation he was currently having was meant to save her, too.
Unbeknownst to her, Yang Ming and President Meng had already reached an agreement.
The two men were even in high spirits over it.
As the head of the Yang family's research institute, Yang Ming naturally focused more on the advantages that a certain prospect would bring to the company. If he joined hands with the Meng family, both businesses would reach the pinnacle of the industry.
So then, why wouldn't he accept President Meng's proposal?
He had no reason to refuse.
The call ended, and Yang Ming handed the phone to Madam Meng. A pleasant smile was plastered on his face, as if the scuffle earlier had never happened.
Madam Meng put the phone to her ear and heard President Meng's voice. "Let her go."
