Liu Lan's boyfriend had just left when the heavily made-up woman suddenly looked at Ma Bide, who appeared rather ill at ease, and asked, "President Ma, don't you have a cooperation with Song Mingcheng, Young Master Song? Why didn't you greet him just now?"
Now, they all didn't dare to talk about Chen Hao casually anymore, recalling how they had first ignored him and then looked down on him, they felt deeply embarrassed.
Compared to him now, they were so far behind it wasn't even funny—more than just tens of thousands of leagues.
"Cough... Greet, greet him for what?" Ma Bide couldn't bear to look at the others, took a drink, and started gulping his wine, casually responding.
