Buhui was silent for a moment. She looked up at Mo Beichen, "Mr. Mo, can I refuse?"
"Of course, you can. But Buhui, Yan Luoxi took you in. Are you willing to see her disappointed and upset?" Mo Beichen seemed to have grasped her Achilles' heel, certain of what kind of person she was.
Buhui bit her lip, knowing that Mo Beichen was cornering her, "Okay."
The seriousness between Mo Beichen's brows disappeared, replaced by a relaxed smile. He said, "To celebrate our pleasant cooperation, how about having dinner together tonight?"
Although it was a question, the tone allowed no refusals from Buhui.
Buhui shook her head, "The boss is missing, and many hotel matters are undecided. Let's talk about dinner later. Once the boss returns, I'll tell him the project has been approved."
