The middle-aged man chuckled, took out a business card from his pocket, and handed it to Song Qingyou.
"I'm really sorry, Miss Song. Jingjing is insensible."
"But I still hope to have a good chat with Miss Song. Our company is not inferior to Liying Venture Capital."
Song Qingyou was indifferent to the name card. "There's no need for that."
The man's expression changed. "As far as I know, Shengshi Entertainment's development is basically supported by Liying Venture Capital."
"Our Hongye Capital is not something a mere Liying Venture Capital can compare to in the industry. Miss Song, it's best if you don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!"
Song Qingyou's face was full of ridicule, as if she didn't want to say a word more.
The person opposite her was obviously angered. He took the business card and was about to make a move.
Song Qingyou grabbed his wrist and crushed it.
