Jiang Tan calmly looked at the angry Zhou Yinghuai, her voice steady, "Isn't the Weixi Group also working on online education this year? How would I know if you had other intentions?"
No mercy in business dealings.
Such a nice coverup of intentions.
Zhou Yinghuai was so angry that he started laughing. He lightly chuckled, his gaze on Jiang Tan, "Is that really how you see me? Jiang Tan, how much you've changed! What am I in your eyes?"
"Is there anything wrong with my thoughts?" Jiang Tan was blunt: "Mr. Zhou, in a way, you and I are competitors now."
Zhou Yinghuai told himself that Jiang Tan was still ill and her body was fragile, he shouldn't argue with her.
He rarely found himself half-furious, holding it in, daring not to lash out, fearing it would aggravate her condition.
