The slender figure wavered as if about to fall. Lisa, who had been standing by and watching, couldn't resist stepping forward, almost compulsively reaching out her hand to support him.
But before her hands could touch his clothes, Ji Chicheng gave her a cold and warning look. Lisa's hands trembled in the air, stiffening for a second or two before she awkwardly withdrew them.
Then the man's icy voice rose again, "Miss Lisa, the cooperation between N.C and your company was cancelled the moment you asked me to appear in person."
He wouldn't allow anyone other than Ji Anning to dictate terms to him.
Upon hearing that the cooperation had been cancelled, Lisa was dumbfounded, "Mr. Ji."
Ji Chicheng didn't bother with her and strode towards the door. When he reached it, he pulled it open and left with a decisive and carefree air.
Lisa stood with her mouth open, then turned to look at Yang Danning.
