"I'm sorry, Mr. Wang, I can't help you."
Wang Ying seemed surprised that she wouldn't give him any face, and after a brief silence, his voice carried a hint of restrained anger, "Since Mr. Rong has spoken to this extent, I won't continue to shamelessly beg you. Just pretend I never made this call."
"Hmm."
As Rong Yan was about to put down the phone, the person on the other end suddenly said in a gloomy tone, "Mr. Rong, I really admire your personality, and we've had a pleasant cooperation, but this time you're not giving any leeway, which might offend people quite a bit. In this circle, interpersonal relationships are more important than anything. People won't always be at the top; there will always come a time when you'll need a helping hand when you fall from high up. If Mr. Rong keeps pushing away friends, it might be hard to find suitable people when you need them later."
