A double entendre.
Wen Zhiyao paused in her drinking, her brows furrowed in puzzlement. "Why is CEO Tang asking me such a question? Is there a protocol for dining with you?"
A counter-question easily flung the issue back.
Tang Yishen had not expected this response from Wen Zhiyao. He found it very intriguing.
Previously, women would always try to flatter him, continuously praising how wonderful the time they spent together was.
The higher a person's position, the more they are surrounded with praise and flattery. Tang Yishen held no regard for these insincere faces.
Wen Zhiyao's fresh and unique demeanor was like a breath of fresh air.
"I just want to leave a good impression in your heart," Tang Yishen responded casually, without much thought.
Wen Zhiyao seized the opportunity to suggest, "Simple, lend me fifty million right now, and your image in my heart would definitely be that of a wealthy boss."
Wen Zhiyao mentioned borrowing money as if it was a joke.
