"An oddball like me?" The words struck President Wang harder than a slap. No, they were a knife straight through his heart. How miserable. The idiot he had been mocking was his biggest backer!
President Wang coughed violently, as if smoke had gone down the wrong way. The scene had turned painfully awkward.
Chairman Zhou spoke with a smile, but one look at it made his assistant's heart sink. He was furious.
Anyone could tell he was angry. Why else would he suddenly say something like that, calling himself an oddball and making sure everyone heard it?
President Wang's subordinates fell silent. There was no good response. Liu Mengxi laughed so hard at the sudden reversal that she could barely breathe.
President Wang wanted to die. Did it matter that he had needled Chef Qin? No. There had been no outsiders on the plane. Did it matter that he had insulted Qin Fen? Fine—they worked in different circles. But calling his financial backer an idiot to his face? That was a disaster.
The world could get by without anyone; it would keep turning. That was especially true of a modeling and advertising agency hired for promotions. Chairman Zhou had plenty of money.
The moment the words left his mouth, President Wang knew he was in trouble. The smile on Chairman Zhou's face made him tremble.
Before he could explain, Chairman Zhou spun around and left without even bothering with a polite excuse.
Watching Chairman Zhou depart with his assistant, President Wang felt as though the sky had fallen and swallowed him whole.
That was how it went. Wherever Qin Fen went, trouble followed.
Little Bean followed Qin Fen out of the airport. Shorty resumed his true form, climbed into the hotel car, and leaped onto Qin Fen's lap. He lay