Looking at Xu Bingbing's anxious face, Yang Hao felt the coolness of her smooth and tender snow-white hand.
Yang Hao suddenly sighed and spoke to Xu Bingbing earnestly, "Bingbing..."
"Business is like a battlefield!"
"I can completely understand how you feel."
"But... some things can't be solved just because both sides are willing."
"In a few days, I'll fly to Korea to deal with some matters."
"If you don't have a better suggestion, regarding the United Commerce issue..."
"I've made up my mind."
"As soon as Kim Dashan returns, it will be formally implemented."
Yang Hao's words were flat, but each one revealed an icy coldness.
Upon hearing Yang Hao's words, Xu Bingbing's figure instantly stiffened, and her grip on Yang's hand also grew rigid.
However, Xu Bingbing didn't let go.
She wasn't her father, Xu Weiguo.
She couldn't just watch her family enterprise be abolished during her generation.
Looking into Yang's calm gaze, Xu Bingbing finally spoke, "Yang..."
