"Crack!"
"Clang clang!"
"Cough cough—"
Suddenly, there was a series of noises: bowls dropping, chopsticks falling, tea being sprayed, and faces being covered.
The one covering her face was, without a doubt, Jiang Cheng.
She calmly put down the handkerchief she had anticipated using and confidently wiped the table.
"A decoy??"
"Is Clooney a decoy??"
The four factory directors spoke one after another, each one scared into a voice like a duck by Jiang Cheng's mention of the word decoy.
Just thinking about it made all four shiver with fear, their hearts pounding uncontrollably.
They seemed to have firmly refused the four nations' offer of a high price, seventy percent?
They seemed to have held a 'buy if you want' attitude?
They naively thought Clooney was a real tea merchant!
But now, you're telling us Clooney is a decoy!
The four factory directors gave Jiang Cheng watery-eyed looks mixed with a bit of a menacing glare, prompting her to quickly eat a few more bites.
