An Xiaowan was not angry even if her reputation was being tarnished. She chuckled and looked meaningfully at the furious Wen Biyu. "It seems, the person beside Young Master Shen does not welcome Xiaowan, I shall take my leave first."
She lazily brushed her hand against her hair, and this small action already made Shen Nanjun ogling at her.
"The person beside me?" Shen Nanjun smiled, understanding the unsaid. He thought this little beauty had a temper, so he immediately waved his hand and disagreed. "There is no one beside me. Even if there was, it would only be you."
Wen Biyu's facial expressions became stiff. "Young Master Shen…"
"Look for someone else to drink with you. I am chatting with Ms. An." Shen Nanjun's expression became cold as he chased Wen Biyu away.
Although he had seen many women before, none was comparable to this rare beauty before him.
