So go do whatever you want. Whether you do PR, pay hush money, or get it off the trending topics—it has nothing to do with me. Don't bother me again."
"Mr. Xu, I…"
"President Hu, let's all be a little more dignified."
Xino spoke up then, cutting him off. "My friend has made himself perfectly clear," she said, displeased. "You shouldn't lose your composure in a place like this."
"..." Hu Yong.
"Xu Yun, let's go. We can move somewhere else."
"Okay."
Xino took Xu Yun's arm, and they walked toward the other side of the room.
Just then, a middle-aged man walked over. He smiled at Hu Yong and said, "President Hu, long time no see. Why didn't President Li come?"
"President Zhang, hello, hello."
Hu Yong's attitude was much more respectful toward the man before him. He answered, "Something came up for President Li at the last minute, so he had me come in his place. My apologies."
After all, this man's organization was the one hosting tonight's charity gala.
"No problem."
