Amidst the silence, Ji Miao, who hadn't spoken a word, finally spoke up, "President Gu, you're so young, yet you handle everything flawlessly. Miao'er admires that..."
In a sweet voice, Ji Miao said, "Although we've changed our nationality, we are still Chinese. That won't change."
With a slight curl of his lips, Gu Cheng'an said in a deep voice, "Business is business. So, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Ms. Ji."
Disappointment?
Did he mean that, in his eyes, they no longer counted as Chinese?
Ji Miao never expected Gu Cheng'an to be so unsentimental, his words so blunt, she bit her lip and dared not say more.
The door was knocked, and a line of waiters streamed into the dining room, removing the flowers and other miscellaneous items off the table, then placed the dining plates for the three in front of them.
With a pop, a waiter opened the red wine, and Gu Cheng'an raised his hand just in time, "Just a glass of water for me, please."
