Mo Xiaoyan remained indifferent to Xie Liping's attentive efforts.
It wasn't until the waiter brought in two glasses of clear water that Mo Xiaoyan showed any sign of reaction. She didn't drink the water, instead interrupting Xie Liping's flattery, and said directly, "Let's talk about the main issue."
Xie Liping chuckled without embarrassment and replied, "Recently, I had your cosmetics project professionally evaluated again, and the results showed that the success rate is only about thirty-one percent. Moreover, if it fails, all investment will be lost. Additionally, as time passes, the likelihood of success diminishes."
Mo Xiaoyan's pretty face remained calm, and she didn't speak. Of course, she knew her project's success rate was quite low, which is why other potential investors had set very harsh conditions.
"My dad really opposes investing in your project. After all, money doesn't grow on trees, especially not a sum as large as three hundred million," Xie Liping continued.
