"What's the matter, Mr. Chen, you're not offering me a cup of tea?"
Faced with Chen Changqing's momentary unease in his gaze, Bai Xiaosheng asked quite naturally, with a smile.
"Oh, of course, of course!" Chen Changqing replied with an embarrassed smile, standing up.
In the face of Bai Xiaosheng, a peer, Chen Changqing felt a deep-seated "wary."
He had witnessed too many of this man's tactics, and after repeated setbacks himself, even his own uncle—Chen Jiuzheng, the industry head of Anjiang Province—suffered consecutive failures, constantly coming up short.
It had even caused him psychological shadows!
Now, with Bai Xiaosheng wanting to drink tea, Chen Changqing headed to his own office desk.
However, within Chen Changqing's expression, there was a faint reluctance, an unnaturalness that he couldn't hide as he glanced at the file rack on the inner side of the desk, hesitating to move.
