Li Jiajun sneered, his face filled with contempt. "Oh, so you're President Luo's husband. And here I thought you were just some waiter. How disrespectful of me."
Luo Qingli frowned. Li Jiajun demeaning Chen Xiao was the same as demeaning her. After all, a husband and wife shared the same public reputation.
"Vice President Li, you must be joking. My husband may be dressed casually, but he has an air of refinement about him. How could he possibly look like a waiter? You must be mistaken."
"Are you saying I'm blind, then?" Li Jiajun retorted, putting on airs.
"It seems you have some self-awareness," Chen Xiao mocked with a cold smirk.
Li Jiajun slammed his hand on the table and shot to his feet, bellowing, "Who the hell do you think you are? Is the Luo Group a place for you to speak? Do you have any idea who I, Li Jiajun, am? What right does a worthless bum like you have to talk to me? Get lost!"
