Aima seemed polite, but her tone clearly carried the domineering air of a major conglomerate.
It's not surprising, really; a high-level executive of a global company has the right to be arrogant towards a newly developed small business.
Ning Xiaofei smiled, "Ten o'clock, I will be waiting for you and your team. How does that sound?"
In truth, there's no difference between nine and ten; it's just a small confrontation between her and Aima.
If she lets the other party take control on the first day and thinks she's easy to bully as a small company, tomorrow's negotiations will be even more arrogant.
In the wheelchair, Lu Li's eyes crinkled at the corners.
This little girl is interesting!
"Of course, ten it is." Aima opted to take a step back.
There was no choice; she really had high hopes for the other party's company. If things become too tense, it wouldn't look good for both sides.
After all, it was Lu Li who introduced them, and the other party is Mu Tianye's wife.
