Ding Aojia left in her high heels. Wen Hao stood outside the door and said with some regret, "You really want to give her to Long Junzhe?"
Wen Hao couldn't bear to do this. Long Junzhe had a special fetish. If Sang Qianqian were to fall into his hands, she would probably be tortured to the point where she would rather die than live.
"Wen Hao, don't think I don't know what you're thinking." Ding Aojia glared at Wen Hao. "You'd better restrain yourself. Otherwise, we can cancel the engagement ceremony tomorrow!"
Wen Hao smiled and put his arm around Ding Aojia's waist. "What thoughts could I have? My mind is all on you. Don't worry, I've already called President Long. He's on his way."
Ding Aojia snorted. "I'm doing this for you. Didn't Zhongwen Group want to build a branch in Ming City? Long Junzhe had plenty of good land in his hands. After tonight, if you were to ask him, would he still refuse?"
