Actually, Brother Lie was ready to give that square-faced kidney deficiency guy another blow, but since Tang Xintian wanted to leave, there was no rush.
So he pulled out a thoughtfully prepared business card holder from his pocket, took out five exquisite hollow cards, and handed them out politely.
"Gentlemen, Sister Orange, here's my card. If there are any good things you want to consult me about, give me a call."
Seemingly polite, but extremely tough in reality.
The subtext was clear—if it's not a good thing, but rather some trouble asking for my help, then don't bother calling.
We don't have that kind of friendship.
The square face was so angry he didn't want to accept it. The kidney deficiency guy stayed silent with a gloomy face, but Gu Zicheng was the first to take it with an interested look.
Du Xiaoshuai politely returned a card: "Alright, Brother Han, here's my card."
