Wang Qi was right before his eyes, even within reach, but the group of bodyguards was too much of an eyesore. As long as they were here, Ye Fan couldn't reveal his identity or talk to Wang Qi. The frustration was maddening, like a lecher who could only lustfully watch a seductive beauty through a pane of glass, unable to touch.
Ye Fan contemplated a solution and then said, "There are some private matters I need to discuss with President Wang, and it's really inconvenient with you all present. Moreover, you can rest assured, President Wang and I have been good friends for years; how could I possibly harm him? I'm still counting on him to help me make money."
The bodyguard decisively replied, "No."
"Not even if you're doing it!"
