Yu Anwan couldn't suppress the waves of anger and embarrassment that surged within her. She was no longer willing to tolerate it.
She believed that Wen Jin was a jinx. Whenever she encountered Wen Jin, trouble followed suit. Not to mention that this person had shamelessly ruined so many of her plans tonight.
However, before Yu Anwan could say anything, she heard Wen Jin's deep and magnetic voice.
He was not as arrogant as before, but asked faintly, "Do you want a perfume production line?"
This question instantly silenced the curses on the tip of Yu Anwan's tongue.
As she looked at Wen Jin's enigmatic face, Yu Anwan struggled to discern his intentions.
With a cold expression, Yu Anwan retorted, "What's the matter? Is President Wen willing to grant it?"
She had anticipated that Wen Jin might mock her. This person was famous for being mean. However, Wen Jin just watched without a hint of wavering, rendering Yu Anwan's scalp slightly tingly.
