Minho was speechless at the strange guy who was still wiping his cheek.
"Stop it!" he said irritably, slapping Jaewan's hand away.
"It's gone," Jaewan said. "Good! That thing was annoying me."
"My face is perfectly fine!" Minho gritted, feeling affronted. "As I was saying, this deal is very lucrative and with you as the brand, we're hoping that this venture will go to new heights."
"Don't worry," Jaewan assured him. "Unlike yours, my face remains clean all the time. Not even a spot ever falls on it! In fact, I have a variety of skincare collection which I can recommend to you."
The vein on Minho's head was at a dangerous level, ready to pop anytime but he had to control his temper. No one ever had the audacity to talk to him like that. The man was completely unabashed with his words with no consideration to other people's thoughts.
"That's alright," Minho said with great restraint. "I use the best brands. Would you like to know their names?"
