Xiang Yimo held Zhong Lingling and walked towards the direction of the private room's door.
Zhao Xiaocui, seeing the easy three million slipping away, kept hitting Zhong Yaowen and demanding him to chase his daughter back. But Zhong Yaowen didn't dare to.
He could only watch helplessly as Xiang Yimo left with their 'cash cow,' powerless to do anything.
A line of people followed behind Mr. and Mrs. Xiang Yimo!
After Xiang Yimo placed Zhong Lingling in the passenger seat, he said to the people beside him, "You all take a taxi back to the company! Collect receipts and claim reimbursements from finance!"
"But President, what about the client we have an appointment with?" Wang Shan hurriedly said.
"Reschedule with the client!"
"This...this doesn't seem right!"
"Assistant Wang, are you telling me that you can't even handle such a small matter?" Xiang Yimo asked, his face stern.
Wang Shan's expression became somewhat awkward.
