Upon arriving at the hotel, before the three of them even got out of the car, He Qianhui received a call from the fat pig of a man.
"Miss He, where are you? I just had a bit of a collision at the reception and couldn't make it on time."
"President Du, I..."
Lying was something He Qianhui still hadn't learned to do at the drop of a hat.
She glanced at Zhang Hao subconsciously, hoping he would help her out.
Zhang Hao mouthed the words: Feeling unwell, went back to the hotel.
Without worrying about how long that excuse would hold, it was enough if it got them through the moment.
He Qianhui parroted what Zhang Hao said to President Du.
But clearly, President Du was not falling for it.
"Miss He, aren't you treating me like a fool? Let me tell you."
"Either you come back now, or you can forget about signing this deal."
Gu Yue couldn't stand this kind of verbal threat and snatched the phone away.
"President Du, this is Gu Yue, do you remember me?"
