Having made up her mind, Zhang Yu no longer dwelled on it. She turned off the computer and went straight to rest.
When Zhang Qiang woke up, he moved quietly, worried about disturbing his daughter's rest. However, he saw his daughter coming out of the bathroom, looking relaxed, and the old man knew she must have made a decision.
"Have you made up your mind?" Zhang Qiang asked softly.
Zhang Yu responded with a hum, "Yes, no more cooperation. There will be no future cooperation."
Zhang Qiang was not surprised by the decision to give up on this cooperation, but he didn't expect that there would be no future collaboration at all. The old man knew there must be a problem; otherwise, his child wouldn't say this.
Zhang Yu briefly explained the situation with the investment bank, and Zhang Qiang was genuinely taken aback, "Ah, no way."
"Yes, if Xie Zhen hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have believed it."
"I really didn't expect that a transfer in an investment bank could be so slow."
