Looking at Zhao Ming's confident demeanor, Li Jing took a sip of his wine and said in a cold tone:
"If Boss Zhao wants to know about me, actually, you might as well ask President Huang directly. Honestly, I am not even sure what image President Huang has of me right now."
Li Jing's impeccable response was a subtle rejection of the other's probing.
Zhao Ming's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, sensing that the person in front of her was much colder than she had imagined.
She had thought that a man whom Huang Qin regarded highly must be a smooth-talker, an enthusiastic and eloquent individual.
For this reason, she had even prepared for a verbal exchange in advance.
However, the Li Jing before her, surrounded by an aura as cold as a thousand miles away, was much more aloof than she had anticipated. This cool and lax demeanor made her unconsciously feel a hint of fear.
