She pointed at the solid wood stool in front of them, gesturing for him to sit. Her serene demeanor suggested that today's meeting was with an old friend she hadn't seen in years, not this person who didn't come without a purpose.
"Anxi Tieguanyin, please, Mr. Yang," Jiang Muwan extended her hand and poured tea for Yang Yifan using the teapot.
Yang Yifan stared at the cup of tea Jiang Muwan poured, not daring to touch it for a long time.
Why?
He didn't dare!
Being indebted to someone when seeking their help might mean leaving today empty-handed.
"Director Jiang is busy, so I won't beat around the bush. Regarding the textile business, I beg Director Jiang to give me a way out," Yang Yifan, having clashed with Jiang Muwan several times, had already understood her nature. He knew she didn't like wasting time on others.
So he decided to get straight to the point and speak plainly.
Delaying might result in nothing or perhaps even mockery from Jiang Muwan.
