"Fang Bai, my very good friend. President Xie, if there's nothing else, we'll be taking our leave now!"
Ye Wumei adeptly caught the scorn and disdain in Xie Yifei's eyes as he looked at Fang Bai, her expression further cooled, her tone distant and even reluctant to speak another word.
Hearing Ye Wumei refer to Fang Bai as a "very good friend," Xie Yifei's expression slightly changed, feeling intense jealousy in his heart.
I, Xie Yifeng, have known Ye Wumei for so long, yet I can't even count as a friend, while this Fang Bai, how did he become Ye Wumei's "very good friend"? What is their relationship?
Xie Yifeng looked at Fang Bai again, his gaze somewhat somber.
"May I ask what your esteemed position is, Mr. Fang?"
Xie Yifeng had enough nerve, not taking the hint to leave when Ye Wumei showed no interest in talking to him, instead turning to Fang Bai with a smile and asked.
But his smile seemed insincere and loathsome in Ye Wumei's eyes.
