Zhang Xiaowei's face fell as he weighed the matter in his mind.
Han Xue, who was holding his arm, noticeably became tense, and the grip on his arm tightened significantly.
Zhang Xiaowei's mind was racing, and before Wei Dongbao could explain further, he took the initiative to speak.
"Mr. Wei, since Mr. Ma doesn't believe in my capabilities, I won't make a fool of myself here. Besides, there are some people at this banquet I can't stand, so I'll take my leave."
Zhang Xiaowei used the strategy of retreating to advance, actively distancing himself from Ma Xulai, intending to part ways.
Han Xue was startled by these words and discreetly gave Zhang Xiaowei's arm a gentle shake.
"Mr. Zhang, since you're already here, why rush to leave?"
Mr. Luo wasn't ready to let Zhang Xiaowei off, sarcastically smiling as he spoke.
