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Even out of fear of angering Mr. Zhao, there was no need to reject me so coldly.
Entrusted by Mr. Zhao, I came to Huazhi without bringing a single penny. It's Zhao Qi who loses face, and it's Cui Zhongcheng who gets slapped.
Liu Yi hit a dead end and ceased to press, simply sighing, "I will relay the message truthfully."
Having said this, she suddenly looked towards the partly closed door inside the office, frowning slightly.
"Who is he?"
Liu Yi's interest was piqued as she narrowed her phoenix eyes.
From what she knew of Cui Zhongcheng, this man, whose actions were as rigid and inflexible as a machine, always adhered strictly to rules, fastidiously so.
In Huazhi Building, different reception rooms were present to accommodate different guests.
That room, however, was Cui Zhongcheng's personal resting chamber, off-limits to outsiders. Who could possibly have the privilege to enter?
Tap tap.
