Su Qingmei still had a smile on her face, "Thank you for taking the time to meet me, Mr. Claude.
I believe that this meeting will definitely make your trip worthwhile."
Claude crossed his legs and said, "Alright, there's no need to say anything else.
"Tell us what advantages your company's products have and what benefits they can bring to Laurel.
I'll only give you eight minutes. If you can't move me, there's no need for us to continue talking."
Hearing this, Yang Luo got even more unhappy.
So what if Laurel was the world's cosmetics giant? One could not look down on others like that, could they?
How many words could one say in eight minutes?
Seeing that Yang Luo was about to flare up, Xiao Ziyun shook her head at him with a very calm expression.
Yang Luo finally suppressed the anger in his heart.
He could also tell that Third Senior Sister probably wanted to see Su Qingmei's ability.
"Alright, Mr. Claude."
