After the car window rolled down, Gu Sishen showed no intention of speaking first, merely staring at Chun Mian with a complicated expression.
Chun Mian was not in a hurry to speak either. She cast a nonchalant glance at him before withdrawing her gaze and continuing to fiddle with her phone.
Rather than talking to this piece of roast pork of a son, she might as well discuss the details of the charity gala with Zhang Yue. Donating money was only one part of it; they also needed to donate medical machines and the like. That was what truly mattered.
These machines had to be purchased from abroad. Getting them required the right connections and channels.
Zhang Yue had the same idea, but unfortunately, she shamelessly declared that she didn't have the capability to pull it off.
[Zhang Yue: President Wei, the doctor said my stomach is weak, so I can only eat "soft rice." I'm counting on you to be my sugar mommy.]
Chun Mian was rendered speechless.
