Li Jiao's face turned bright red, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into.
Earlier, she had mocked Chen Dashan for being a country bumpkin, telling him to take a good look at himself in the mirror to see if he was even fit to discuss business with President Peng.
But now, here he was, sitting confidently and chatting with President Peng, while she had to pour wine for Chen Dashan.
It was truly ironic!
Apart from shame, Li Jiao felt a greater sense of fear.
Chen Dashan being treated with such importance by President Peng surely meant he had a significant status. A single word from him to President Peng could ruin her.
She deeply regretted offending such a big figure by accident.
Uneasy, Li Jiao poured a glass of white wine for Peng Hu.
Then, trembling, she walked over to Chen Dashan and bent down to pour wine for him.
Not daring to look up at Chen Dashan, her nervousness made her hands shake while pouring the wine.
