There was only one thought left in Wen Jin's mind.
He wanted to kill Yu Anwan ruthlessly.
He wanted to make sure she wouldn't dare to be so impudent in front of him again.
Wen Jin thought that way, and he acted on it. His eyebrows furrowed, his cheeks tightened, and even the muscles on his body seemed more tense.
In a low, deliberate voice, he said, "Yu Anwan, this is what you brought upon yourself."
Yu Anwan remained nonchalant. When Wen Jin's nose touched hers, she suddenly sneered, "President Wen, you truly are a despicable man. Holding Miss Lu in one hand while still entangled with your past affairs with the other?"
Wen Jin's eyebrows twisted, not understanding why Yu Anwan would bring up Lu Nanxin. "Don't spoil the mood."
"Hehe..." Yu Anwan was about to laugh, but then she reminded Wen Jin, "Sorry, I didn't intend to, but Miss Lu is right behind you. President Wen, you do have diverse tastes."
