Mo Ang forcefully tugged her, pressing her onto the bed. "Tell me honestly, what's going on? What are you doing with that thug Dessen?"
An Ning had never felt so useless before. She had trained in martial arts, yet he easily pinned her down on the bed. She couldn't muster even a hint of strength to resist.
With her cheek pressed against the bed, she gritted her teeth and said, "He wants to pursue me. I want to work with him. I'm trying to find a balance between these two points to secure this deal."
"What kind of business are you doing with him?" Mo Ang asked.
An Ning didn't want to tell him, but she knew that even if she didn't, he would find out. "Voltage regulators."
"Why do you want to do this deal with him? Didn't you always say the profits were low?" Mo Ang inquired.
An Ning sincerely said, "As a large corporation, we can't always think about making profits. Sometimes, we need to take on some things. I just feel this project can be done, so I'm doing it."
