After choking for a few seconds, Liang Weining snapped back to her senses and doubted her life choices, saying, "Mr. Chen, we were talking about work."
Her serious reminder was met with a light smile from the man.
The girl, confused, fixed her gaze on his mature and handsome face, waiting for what would come next.
Chen Jingyuan slowly parted his lips, his voice lowered, "How one treats relationships often reflects their true character and their way of handling matters. Let me return your words to you, Miss Liang, please cut your losses in time, Spring Rain is not suited to be the general agent."
Cut your losses in time.
It seemed familiar.
Liang Weining didn't think too much and argued logically, "Just because she temporarily lacks qualifications, you won't even give her the last few months as a chance?"
"And you, did you ever give yourself a chance, or give me one?" Chen Jingyuan asked lightly in return.
"..."
It was impossible to continue the conversation.
