"You..."
"Waiter, check please!"
Li Qing looked at Chen Chencheng, whose face changed between green and white, while he paid and said, "Nice to meet you. I don't think we'll have much to do with each other in the future, so there's no need to exchange contacts. This one's on me."
"I don't need your charity!"
Chen Chencheng snorted coldly, asked the waiter how much it was, then paid her half and walked off without looking back.
Li Qing shrugged at Chen Chencheng's retreating figure, paid his share, sat down to eat some side dishes, and then leisurely left the restaurant.
For some reason, though it was supposed to be a friendly discussion, it always ended up in an argument with Li Qing.
Others are trying to flirt, but I'm just exchanging jabs.
Li Qing couldn't help but let out a long sigh. Damn, is my negotiation skill really this poor? Is my emotional intelligence really in the negatives?
