Chen Dashan frowned, his eyes falling on Ye Jiping's face.
The underling said proudly, "I tell you, she is none other than the famous President Ye, the owner of the Swan Nightclub!"
Chen Dashan nodded, with an innocent look on his face, "So?"
"You!"
The underling was frustrated, his face turning red. He had thought that upon hearing his boss's name, Chen Dashan would be scared out of his wits. Unexpectedly, this guy was so calm.
He didn't take his boss seriously at all.
Ye Jiping looked Chen Dashan up and down, seeing his handsome face and strong, tall body. She licked her lips involuntarily, took a few steps forward, and came close to Chen Dashan, "Do you know who Deng Biao's backer is?"
"And Deng Biao holds deep grudges, never letting go of a grudge. You may not fear him, but what about the people around you?"
She added, "Besides, I really admire you!"
Ye Jiping's eyes darkened, a mysterious smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
