Lin Yao had been thoroughly rebuffed, and her anger was easy to imagine. She had never met anyone as unappreciative as Qiao Yuan. She had thought that, since she had come in person, Qiao Yuan would surely not refuse her outright. Then she could slowly wear him down, and the matter would be settled. She had every reason for such confidence. With her looks, bearing, status, and family background, she had never been rejected so flatly before.
Qiao Yuan's refusal had been so decisive, so utterly free of hesitation, and had left absolutely no room for negotiation!
She had always held herself in high regard. This time, she had wanted to show Senior Zeng what she was capable of. Who could have imagined that the other party would give her so little face and act so far outside the bounds of convention? He had slammed the door squarely in her face.
Lin Yao was on the verge of exploding. Fortunately, anger had not yet swept away her reason. She drew a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. She felt a little regretful. Had she known this would happen, she would not have spoken with such absolute confidence. Now, if she failed to persuade Qiao Yuan, she would suffer a tremendous humiliation when she returned.
A Sang's face betrayed nothing, but inwardly, she was savoring her satisfaction. Some of Lin Yao's remarks had been extremely offensive, and she had made them without the slightest restraint in A Sang's presence, showing her no respect whatsoever.
Now that Lin Yao was in a predicament, A Sang remained silent and watched coldly from the sidelines.
Suddenly, a clamor arose. Both women looked startled. Before they could react, a large crowd surged inside, including many reporters carrying equipment on their shoulders.
Lin Yao's