In the private room.
All there were sounds of mockery.
Listening to the ear-piercing taunts.
Ning Mengyao struggled to suppress the rage in her heart.
Women in the workplace were already at a disadvantage.
Especially when dealing with such unbearable men, the only option was to endure silently.
After all, the loan project was in the hands of Xu Dejun.
It's not that he could necessarily determine the outcome.
But as the person directly in charge, he had plenty of ways to delay the process.
Yet the Ning Group couldn't afford to wait much longer.
"Mr. Xu, are you saying that as long as I finish this bottle, our loan will be processed?"
Ning Mengyao glanced at the Moutai in front of her.
She had already drunk too much.
If she really drank anymore, she'd probably need to go to the hospital to get her stomach pumped.
