"You really resemble your father. Back then, your father said the same thing to me when my company was facing a crisis. It seems that the apple truly doesn't fall far from the tree."
Sire Nine merrily lauded. He, too, recovered from the shock earlier and could not stop praising the young chap.
By the time Ji Ziming sent the elderly CEO off, Pei Ge appeared from behind and asked, "So you've lost in our bet?"
"That's right; I lost. I lost one night of mine."
The man turned around and smiled at the woman. He looked at her with a new light. Is this silly girl still the person I know?
"You…"
Pei Ge was speechless but still said nothing.
Regardless if it was his night or hers, in the end, he would still do whatever he wanted with her. She suddenly felt that, even though she had won their bet, he would overturn the odds.
