He restrained his smile, deliberately lowered his voice, and his tone carried an undeniable sense of pressure, "Speaking up for the Shi Family, I still owe them a favor. Some matters are better discussed privately."
Saying this, Zhang Qiang gave Huang Qin a sharp look and added,
"President Huang, you know, business matters still require mutual interactions. Although I am very willing to assist President Huang, things like this also affect the company's interests. If I speak to the Shi Family on behalf of President Huang, wouldn't President Huang at least honor me with a dinner together?"
As he spoke, he gently rubbed the golf club, the metal shaft coated with a layer of cold light by the winter sun.
Upon hearing this, Huang Qin frowned slightly, her expression somewhat unnatural.
She did not speak, neither denying nor agreeing, but simply looked toward the distant juncture of sea and sky, where several yachts slowly sailed by, leaving white wakes.
