After Luo Ziling finished speaking at length, Mr. Deman didn't immediately express anything.
He took a sip of tea, then leisurely picked up his napkin and gently wiped his mouth before speaking: "Mr. Luo, you are the most arrogant young man I've ever met."
Luo Ziling chuckled, "I believe that Mr. Deman will later have such a feeling, that I am the most promising young person you've ever met, without exception! You'll feel lucky for our collaboration, which will bring you good fortune."
After thinking it over, Chen Xiaoyi translated Luo Ziling's words to Deman.
But when she translated, her tone was a bit calmer, not as arrogant as Luo Ziling's.
Lin Lan was slightly dissatisfied and translated it again, expressing the meaning more directly.
Deman glanced at Chen Xiaoyi, then at Lin Lan, his expression quite peculiar.
