Page (1/3)

When Pan Qiaofei received the call, she was worrying about a pile of loss statements.

The assistant said that a gentleman named Li came to her and asked her to meet at a tea restaurant on the third floor of China World Trade Center at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Her first reaction was that something happened to Lin Xiao, but her second reaction was that she remembered...

Who else could the person named Li be besides that one?

When Pan Qiaofei arrived, Li Mingye was already in the box.

He was sitting by the window, with an untouched cup of tea in front of him, tapping his fingers leisurely on the table.

Hearing the knock on the door, he raised his eyes and looked over calmly.

Pan Qiaofei felt the hair on his back when he saw him, and his grandfather's voice flashed in his mind.

"Qiao Fei, you should stay away from the Li family, especially Li Mingye!"

"Li, Mr. Li."

Pan Qiaofei stood at the door, her fingers hooked on the strap of her bag, neither advancing nor retreating.

After being forced to apologize in public by Lin Xiao in the mall last time, she was scolded by Pan Tingxu again when she returned home, followed immediately by her grandfather's warning.

Now Pan Qiaofei has a psychological shadow on the Li family couple.

"Sit."

Pan Qiaofei sat down, put the bag on her knees, folded her hands on the bag, and laughed awkwardly.

"Mr. Li, why did you come to see me?"

Li Mingye looked at her like this and sneered in his heart.

With this little bit of courage, he dared to start a business partnership with his wife.

"It's not a big deal to come to you today." Li Mingye picked up the tea cup and took a sip. "I just want to ask you about your cooperation with Lin Xiao. What about the factory, the production line?"

Pan Qiaofei's heart skipped a beat.

I remembered what Lin Xiao had repeatedly warned: Don’t let Li Mingye know about this in advance, especially don’t let him know that the factory belongs to the Pan family.

"What, what factory?" Pan Qiaofei tried hard to keep her voice from sounding so shaky, "I don't have much cooperation with her. We just met her in the mall last time and chatted for a few words. Mr. Li, are you making a mistake?"

Li Mingye put down his teacup and looked at her.

Ten seconds later, Pan Qiaofei couldn't bear it anymore and felt uncomfortable all over. She began to avoid Li Mingye's eyes.

Seeing this, Li Mingye raised his lips and smiled.

"Ms. Pan, you may not know me very well. I hate people lying to me the most. Especially if I haven't done my homework before lying to me."

Pan Qiaofei pursed her lips into a thin line and did not dare to answer.

"The factory under your name has been idle for more than a year. It has a brand new production line and has been looking for someone to take over. Lin Xiao was recently helping Hongyan Beauty make a marketing plan. She needed a new supply chain, and then you met in the mall by chance and chatted for a while."

"Do you think I will believe it?"

Pan Qiaofei's face turned pale. She knew she couldn't hide it anymore, but she still wanted to take a shameless gamble and insisted that she didn't know.

Li Mingye looked at her expression and knew it was almost done.

He has much more experience in dealing with such people than Pan Tingxu.

"How is the old man's health recently?" Li Mingye suddenly changed the topic and asked.

Pan Qiaofei stiffened.

"I heard that the Pan family's capital chain has been a bit tight recently, and several projects have been stopped. Your grandfather came to see me last time, hoping that the Li family could continue to invest in the cultural tourism project. You should know about this, right?"

Page (1/3)