"So, Mr. Du is aiming to steal from President Guan?" Qin Yucen had no room to retreat and maintained her composure.
"This isn't stealing," Du Jian drained the golden champagne in his glass, a subtle gleam in his eye, "As long as you're with me, you don't have to worry about Tanghuang's contract anymore."
"Mr. Du, you've got the wrong person, I prefer to rely on myself," Qin Yucen declined gracefully, "But thank you for your kindness."
Upon hearing her refusal, Du Jian frowned displeasedly, slamming the empty goblet down onto the bar with a thud: "Qin Yucen, you're just a PR manager for Guanshan, sleeping with different men for the company. It would be better to just sleep with me alone, so don't be so ungrateful."
"You can't satisfy me," Qin Yucen retorted proudly, her laugh brimming with sarcasm!
