The Meng Group

The car made a sharp turn. Once they were inside, Zhang Xin'ai began complaining to Zhang Yang.

"Young Master, what happened? Weren't the talks going well?"

"For you two!"

Zhang Yang snapped back. It was true: Zhang Xin'ai and Cheng Jiali had nearly become friends, while he and Meng Xue had become enemies.

"If you'd just backed down, I would've agreed. But you're still the same stubborn mule."

Meng Xue muttered to herself and dropped onto the sofa.

"Quick, clean this up."

Cheng Jiali did not know what had happened, but the VIP room was a mess. She hurriedly called the cleaners over.

A powerful Gong City family like the Meng Family had an effective confidentiality system. Even junior employees had to sign nondisclosure agreements.

So whether Jiao Long and Zhao Mingyu could get information useful to their side was uncertain, and the attempt would take a long time regardless.

Zhang Yang held secrets that could destroy the Meng Family, and he had more than one.

That was why he had come in person. He had hoped to show off in front of the woman he had once dreamed of but never won over. Instead, he had been slapped down the moment he arrived, and he was furious.

Zhang Yang wanted to show off, but Meng Xue was even more devoted to it. When the two clashed, it was like a needle striking a spearpoint. The result was hardly surprising.

"Should we look at another development?"

Sensing his anger, Zhang Xin'ai tested the waters. After all, Zhang Yang had seen right through what she wanted. They might as well keep house hunting, and shopping could soothe a wounded mood.

"Forget it. You like the place, and your talks went well. Let's stick with Azure Brown Sea."

The homes at Azure