"Binbin?!" Yang Xiaojie was shocked.
Was she chasing them away because of Yao Zibao?
Tian Zhaocong, anxious, turned to Song Binbin: "Are you heading to the company? I'll drive you there, my car is right outside."
"Mr. Tian, you're also in business. Don't you understand the principle? I'm currently negotiating business with someone, and your attempt to intervene is not only impolite to me but also to yourself. Are you still a child who doesn't know better?"
Tian Zhaocong's hand, reaching for the small cart, paused in mid-air.
Song Binbin looked at him sharply, her gaze was penetrating, leaving no room to hide.
How could Tian Zhaocong act like a child in front of her?
Yao Zibao raised an eyebrow, impressed by her sudden assertiveness, like a sharp blade unsheathed, dazzling everyone. This Miss Song wasn't as delicate as she outwardly appeared.
Yang Xiaojie stepped back half a pace, pulling her cousin: better to live to fight another day. This is an airport, a public place.
