"It's like saying this President Li is unimportant!"
Not even Li Tingze's assistant dares to look at their president now.
You know, usually, those who dare to say such things to him are... particularly miserable.
Just as the atmosphere became increasingly tense, and the air seemed filled with an oppressive and suffocating presence, Lu Xiao looked at Li Tingze with an indifferent expression and extended his hand to hold Wen Xian's for him:
"So President Li and my fiancée know each other. We would be pleased if you could attend our wedding in the future."
However, as he took his hand, their gazes instantly met.
Lu Xiao's eyes held a calm sharpness, while Li Tingze's eyes revealed a hint of a dark and paranoid undercurrent.
The two men stared intently at each other, as if an unspoken gunpowder surrounded them.
The force of their handshake was strong.
But no matter how strong, Li Tingze could not match Lu Xiao, a former special forces soldier.
