Yu Jingting came back very late. He had been focusing all his efforts on a big order over the past few days, aiming to sell a large amount of office supplies.
The person in charge was a mature woman who was overly "enthusiastic."
Every time they met, she wouldn't talk about business; within a few words, she'd try to steer the conversation elsewhere.
Time and again, she suggested they should go out "alone" to talk, from having tea to drinking to finding a place with stars to talk alone, she was practically smashing her intentions onto Yu Jingting's face.
Everyone following Yu Jingting could see what was going on.
This wasn't about placing an order.
It was about "placing a reservation" on someone, wasn't it?
If looks could undress someone, Yu Jingting's clothes would have been scorched off by her burning gaze long ago.
