Qian Meng looked at Jiang Linyan, who was sitting opposite him, still staring blankly at the hung-up phone, and sneered.
"You're really underestimating Mu Chengxi's intelligence, aren't you? Do you think Mu Chengxi is someone who can be fooled by your clumsy lies? You should give up on him already!"
"Your lying is truly disgusting!"
"Qian Meng, shut up! What do you know? Do you believe I won't interfere in your business anymore?"
Qian Meng had come to see Jiang Linyan today to ask her to help him smooth over the issues at the west suburban racetrack, but now it seemed she wouldn't be able to do it.
"Forget it; you probably can't handle my issues even if you wanted to. I'll find another way!"
Qian Meng stood up from the sofa, his eyes full of disdain.
