Qingran glanced at them indifferently, paying no attention.
Every day, countless people intercept him, wanting to talk about cooperation, and he thought this was just another clueless person sneaking in.
He continued to smile, as he headed to the restroom first.
Yang Yin hurriedly moved forward to speak to him, "Mr. Ye..."
Before finishing her sentence, she was pushed by the bodyguard.
Yang Yin immediately took a step back, accidentally hitting her hand against the flower bed in the lobby.
Yang Yin's skin was very fair, the type that shows any slight injury prominently.
At that moment, her hand was hit so hard it was bright red, with a visible swelling starting to appear.
Yang Yin rubbed her wrist, frowning.
She actually just wanted to discuss the cooperation, and if Qingran wasn't interested, then so be it. She hadn't expected his people to guard so strictly, making it impossible for her to get close.
Yang Yin could only sigh, it seemed she should just forget it.
