Hao Ting wore a hopeful expression, with a hint of shyness in her eyes as she gazed at Shen Jun with affection.
She was already very delicate and pretty. Coupled with the light makeup today, she looked like a pure and innocent little white flower. Unfortunately, this little white flower met the cold-faced King of Hell, Shen Jun.
Shen Jun smirked. "You want my WeChat?"
"Yes, that's right." Hao Ting had been in the entertainment industry for more than a year and could tell that something was wrong with Shen Jun's expression.
Still believing she held leverage over Wen Nian, Hao Ting gathered courage and said, "I'm from the Hao family. My dad and the Shen Corporation have collaborated a few times. Let's exchange WeChat and become friends?"
Hence, she mustered her courage again. "I'm from the Hao family. My father has worked with the Shen Corporation a few times. Let's add each other on WeChat and be friends?"
