Song Zeyuan's gaze suddenly turned sleazy.
Wen Sheng immediately shook off his hand, took two steps back, and said with visible disgust and sternness, "Mr. Song, please respect yourself!"
"Respect? Miss Wen, I thought I had given you enough respect and face. Otherwise, with so many people here tonight, do you think you could have a chance to be alone with me?"
Song Zeyuan sneered, "There are so many VC firms. A lot of projects want me as their LP. Why should I choose yours? What advantages do you have over others? As a businessman, naturally, I should consider the return on investment. You want investment from me but you're not willing to give anything in return. Do you really think such good things happen?"
