Ning Yang let out a light laugh. "Young Master Su, you're really overbearing. Do you even want to control my heart? Even if you're one of the three young masters of Jiang City, you still don't get to control my heart."
With that, he started the car, stepped on the gas, and drove off.
Su Junhao stood quietly where he was, watching his car disappear into the distance. He muttered to himself, "What kind of person is he, really?"
Then he smiled faintly, shook his head, turned back to his own car, started it, and drove toward the Su Family.
He'd been in meetings all morning, and at noon he'd met with several clients. His schedule was packed to the brim. A lot of deals that had almost been lost because of the recent turbulence he'd stirred up were stabilized and brought back by him again.
He just had that kind of magic—he could make people trust him in a special way. Even deals that were on the verge of falling through would come back the moment he stepped in.
