Lu Qing shot him a glance, his tone indifferent:
"You'll handle the Dubai oil project negotiations. If you fail, don't bother coming back."
Jin Jing: …..
Damn! Does it have to be this harsh? If it doesn't work out, it'll probably take him months to be back!
Quickly plastering a fawning smile on his face, he said, "Brother Lu, I was wrong."
"Admitting fault doesn't cut it. You'll handle that matter. Get ready to leave in a few days."
Wuwuwu, Little Lu is terrifying! Treating him like this?! He might as well just drop dead!
"Brother Lu, can I ask one more thing? How exactly did your wife tame you, this tyrant?"
Lu Qing didn't even glance at him and walked straight out, leaving behind three faintly spoken words: "I like her."
That answer... well... impressive, 666.
The snowy night hotpot gathering was about to begin. Aside from Mr. Jiu, Ou Beichen, Qin Miaomiao, and Lu Qing, all of the five-member bodyguard team were present.
