"That's right, we also want to get closer to you, sister, but now, you've become Old He's personal little sister."
"Forget it, forget it. Only Old He isn't possessive. A good meal isn't something to rush. It's okay to wait a bit."
Everyone present was a street-smart veteran of the social circle. Although Yan Xiaye's official role was that of a contract-signing assistant, as long as the price was right in terms of money and power, there wasn't a woman they couldn't have.
Feeling the meaningful glances of these young masters, Yan Xiaye composed herself, lowered her eyes, and then lifted them with a smile as serene as a gentle breeze and light clouds, "Brother He, for being so obedient, how about giving up one more point on your end? Any problem with that?"
As soon as she had spoken, the originally warm and harmonious atmosphere suddenly cooled.
One point may sound trivial, but it represented a value not less than nine figures.
