Qiao Zheng was clearly an old cynic, his words were dripping with sarcasm, as if he was afraid Wang Feng wouldn't feel his discontent.
Wang Feng naturally knew the Qiao family's resentment towards Four Seasons Pharmaceuticals. His small eyes flickered as a forced smile crept onto his plump face.
"Second Master Qiao, what you said was completely a misunderstanding last time. Don't hold a grudge. Besides..." He gauged Qiao Zheng's expression and continued, "Both the Wang family and the Qiao family have been established names in the pharmaceutical industry for a century. It's inevitable that we'll cooperate in the future. Spare us this time, and we can make money together in the future."
The implication in Wang Feng's words was clear—Four Seasons Pharmaceuticals was ready to extend an olive branch to Qiao's, looking for collaboration.
