Yang Qingye's attitude made Luo Ziling feel even more displeased.
But he didn't lose his temper, just chuckled: "How could I brush you off? Let's put it this way, if we were to cooperate with you, the project would be handled by you. Before making a decision, wouldn't you consult your grandpa or your dad?"
"I can make decisions, I don't need to ask them!" Yang Qingye replied without hesitation, and accused Luo Ziling again: "So you're brushing me off!"
Luo Ziling not only felt displeased but also annoyed. He squinted at Yang Qingye and said playfully, "It's been a few months since we last met, Mr. Yang has certainly acquired the demeanor of the eldest young master of the Yang Family."
"What do you mean by that?" Yang Qingye's expression changed.
"Everyone thinks I'm quite smart!"
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