"Mr. Delamini, Mr. Grave, why do you two look so unhappy? Is there something wrong with your health?" Zhang Menglong asked with feigned concern, "You haven't caught an infection, have you? Should we rush to the hospital to check?"
"Happy my foot! We are happy!" While Delamini and Grave had smiles plastered on their faces, internally they were cursing. A simple objective that could've been resolved, and now you come up with a backup, the costs have just skyrocketed. How are we supposed to be happy, huh? We're practically wearing the Mask of Pain!
"No, no, no, we're just too delighted. It's our honor to make a friend of Mr. Zhang happy," the two hurriedly replied.
"It's all on the finance department. Tomorrow, I'll send someone to coordinate with you!" Grave told the owner of the luxury car dealership.
