Han Xiuran had a smirk on his face, "You can understand it that way, or you can choose not to."
"The proposal I just made was already taking your position into consideration."
"Then I really should thank you for putting yourself in my shoes." Qin Jiang said with a smile, "It's just too bad that what you just mentioned has absolutely no appeal to me."
"Oh?" Han Xiuran suddenly laughed, staring indifferently at Qin Jiang, "Then state your terms. I've always valued talent highly. As long as you're worth it, I might consider it."
"Not too different from what you proposed, only our positions would need to be switched—I become the master and you the dog. Perhaps I could consider it in light of your sincerity."
Qin Jiang picked up a glass of red wine, took a light sip, and then continued, "This wine isn't bad, it's just a pity it's been squandered."
As Qin Jiang spoke, the atmosphere at the scene gradually became tense.
The faces of everyone present turned ugly at that moment.
