Gu Xia thought about the name Han Mingshi for a while but couldn't recall who it was.
After three seconds of silence, Gu Xia replied, "I'm not interested in buying insurance at the moment, thank you."
And then she hung up the phone...
Han Mingshi: ????
That woman... she actually mistook her, the wealthy heiress and illustrious Han Executive, for an insurance seller—good heavens, unbelievable.
Han Mingshi was furious but, for the sake of the plan she harbored in her heart, she swallowed her anger and called back.
Seeing it was the same number, Gu Xia, with patience, answered again, "I told you, I don't need insurance..."
"Miss Gu, I'm not an insurance seller, we've met before, and I've even been to your house. I'm a friend of President Yu."
"Oh, so, you called me for a reason?" Gu Xia remained composed.
"There is something I'd like to discuss privately with Miss Gu."
