"Cao Ya! Why are you here?"
Fu Zeming frowned deeply, his face full of displeasure.
He had originally planned to bring up Fu Wen again, use an apology to clear up the misunderstanding, and draw closer to Li Qingshan.
But now this damn fatty had come to stir up trouble.
No matter how hard he tried to build a relationship, he could never be closer to Li Qingshan than Cao Ya was.
"General Manager Fu, your cultivation of composure still isn't up to par!"
Cao Ya laughed as he strode over to Fu Zeming's side and lightly patted his shoulder.
"Come, learn from me. The more you smile, the more good fortune you'll make."
Fu Zeming's shoulder jerked as he said in a low voice:
"I miscalculated. I underestimated your intelligence network."
"What intelligence network?" Cao Ya waved with a smile, walked over to Little Fatty, and smacked the back of his head.
"My son invited his coach to dinner. How could I, as his parent, not show up?"
Cao Shaoyu covered the back of his head, his face full of grievance.
Looking at that fat face carved from the same mold, Fu Zeming grew even angrier.
It was not that Cao Ya's intelligence network was impressive, but that his own subordinates were too useless.
They had only found out that Li Qingshan was dining at Shenghao, yet failed to learn who Li Qingshan was eating with!
But now that things had come to this, he had no path of retreat. The moment he backed down, Li Qingshan would certainly be signed away by Cao Ya.
Fu Zeming took a deep breath, picked up the contract, and handed it to Li Qingshan, getting straight to the point.
"Student Li, this is Yinghai's S-Class Contract. You can take a look first!"