"Hey, have you guys made up your minds? One or two? I'm telling you, this Young Master is running out of patience!" As Chen Fei was already on his way, the arrogant young man abruptly stepped out of the room, his expression darkening as he spoke coldly.
Zhang Long didn't expect the other party to go back on their word so quickly and couldn't help but retort, "Didn't you say you'd give us half an hour to think? How long has it been?"
"Do you take me for an idiot? Sit here and wait for you to find people to cause trouble for me? I'm not Young Master Yang; I don't have that kind of backing. So now, you have one last minute. If we can't reach an agreement, then I'm sorry. Next time, you can talk to Young Master Yang yourselves. This Young Master won't be serving you!" the arrogant young man said coldly.
"You..."
"No need to wait a minute. I can tell you right now that we have no deal, and there's nothing to discuss. Got it?"
