Usually when he was around, Wen Zhiyao never laughed as openly.
Could it be that there was something fresh about this?
Jiang She grabbed the file folder in his hand, the plastic crackling under his grip. Xu Han, sitting next to him, could hear it clearly, but Jiang She seemed oblivious.
Following Jiang She's gaze, Xu Han quickly understood what he was thinking.
Xu Han poured two glasses of wine, one of which she put on Jiang She's desk, tapping on the table to attract his attention.
"Your eyes are about to pop out, Jiang. If you're so interested, why not just go and bring Wen Zhiyao over? Let her stay by your side 24/7, not allowing others to covet her." Xu Han couldn't resist teasing.
Jiang She withdrew his gaze and downed the glass of wine on the table.
"This wine was air shipped from abroad, made from the finest grapes in the region. Each bottle costs fifty-eight thousand, with each drink being twenty-nine thousand, Cash or card?"
