Jin was rubbing his temple with a pounding headache as he stared at Wang Tianhui with a brooding expression.
Wang Tianhui didn't realize Jin's evident disinterest as he continued pushing him towards his agreement.
"Mr. Liu. This fashion show is extremely important for my Xia Xia and if the Liu Corps sponsors it, then it will only shine her career in the right direction. Of course, this has benefits for you too. My daughter will be more than happy to support you in your future marketing and advertising ventures. Will it not be profitable for you if a supermodel becomes the face of your company?"
Jin tried to hold his patience. "Didn't I tell you to bug my uncle for this?"
"I tried but it seems that Mr. Jing is completely sold by the idea of his retirement. He is not picking up anybody's calls…You are only my last hope, Mr. Liu."
He inwardly sneered.
Last hope, yeah sure. Last hope to save your son you mean.
