Lin Ying was annoyed by Ling Batian's gaze, but as someone who often dealt with businessmen, she did not react angrily. Her sixth sense told her that this naive young man might still be of great use to her.
"Here's a check for 1.5 million and my business card."
"Thank you, Miss Lin. I will keep it carefully," Ling Batian said meaningfully, "My last name is Ling, and my name is Ling Batian."
Zhao Xiaoman, seeing this, clasped Ling Batian's arm tightly with a possessive gesture, then glaringly stared at Lin Ying, instinctively feeling that this woman was a significant threat.
However, Lin Ying didn't take Zhao Xiaoman seriously, considering her nothing more than an inexperienced little girl.
"Xiao Man, stop making a fuss," Ling Batian said, as if worried Lin Ying might misunderstand, forcibly withdrawing his arm.
