Ouyang Fangcun furrowed his brows slightly upon hearing this, his voice laced with disdain, "You mean you don't plan to cooperate with me?"
The tone of Song Yanghao was firm, "Yes, Mr. Ouyang. In my view, her happiness is far more important than a victory in business. I will not sacrifice her to achieve my goals."
A hint of surprise flashed across Ouyang Fangcun's face; he clearly hadn't expected Song Yanghao to make such a choice.
His voice was filled with irony, "Song Yanghao, you are deceiving yourself. In this world, power and interest are the only real things."
Song Yanghao on the other end of the phone did not respond, only quietly hung up the call, as if he had made his decision and no further explanation was necessary.
The mobile phone in Ouyang Fangcun's hand suddenly felt heavy; his face showed anger and disbelief. He stared at the phone fiercely, his eyes flickering with angry sparks.