Zhou Sicheng glanced at Lan Mu and then shrugged his shoulders, "Isn't he always like this, unpredictable like the weather?"
Zu He was grinding his teeth, clearly resentful, "I must have the worst luck of my past eight generations to have known this guy since childhood, and to have cooperated with him on this darn club, and still can't shake him off."
Zhou Sicheng knew that he didn't mean what he said and that he was just venting, so he dismissed it with a smile.
Suddenly, Zu He's tone shifted, "But he's right, our work invitations have already been sent out, so let's focus on discussing the partnership. If it doesn't work out, it's all been empty talk."
Zhou Sicheng nodded, "Exactly."
They needed to work together as a team to come up with a plan to sign Weiwei.
It would be worth the effort they took in persuading that arrogant and condescending guy.
