Lei Qiang looked at Guo Man with arrogant indifference.
To reject me, you first need the courage to face all the consequences.
Otherwise, it's impossible!
Guo Man fixed her cold gaze on Lei Qiang.
Utterly unafraid of his intimidation.
Since when did a mere regional manager like you get to represent America?
In the emergency passageway, Xia Liu was laughing so hard his waist nearly gave way.
Showing off—he could, too.
But using a show-off method as terrifying as Lei Qiang's? For that, even when Xia Liu uses the restroom, he'd admit—Lei Qiang wins in style.
Back in the restaurant, the candlelight flickered prettily, casting a warm glow on their faces.
It was evident that Guo Man's expression had reached the peak of frostiness.
"If President Lei really represents the entirety of America, then I, Guo Man, wouldn't dare to climb such heights."
Insults without curses, mockery without vulgarity.
Guo Man, you're good!
This remark hit Lei Qiang hard.
