Being chased for debts by the bank president at a cocktail party, Dong Jianxiang instantly felt as if he had lost all his dignity!
Yet, he was also anxious to death every day, practically at a total loss because his merchandise payments still had not arrived. He simply couldn't come up with so much money in such a short period.
Therefore, he could only humbly beg in a soft tone, "President Yu, please grant me a little more time. I will definitely repay the money as quickly as possible!"
Yu Wei snorted coldly and did not speak. In such a setting, he could not pressure the other party further. That would be too disrespectful.
At that moment, Zhao Yang overheard this conversation but did not show any reaction. He just smiled faintly, showing no interest even in ridiculing Dong Jianxiang. With a twist of his arm, Zhang Xiuer naturally extended her hand into his arm, and together they walked towards the vacant seats on the other side.
