At this moment, the door of the private room was suddenly knocked on. A waiter pushed a dining cart in, placed dishes on the table, had a professional smile on his face, said "please enjoy," and then retreated.
"Big. Milk. Cow, you still haven't answered my question just now!"
Seeing the food arrive, Mandala looked at Angel and said, "Don't think I don't know what you're planning to do in Beijing this time. Anyway, after choosing around, your final target is still my sister-in-law. Why don't you just hand over this cooperation to my sister-in-law?"
After pausing for a moment, Mandala glanced at Bai Zhiqing and thought for a while before saying, "As long as you hand over this cooperation to my sister-in-law, I will mercifully stop calling you Big. Milk. Cow. How about it?"
"No way."
Angel shook her head decisively and said, "You call me that solely because you're jealous of me, so whether you do or not, it doesn't cost me anything."
"You... "
