Standing before them, Wang Yun'en looked like a pear blossom on the brink of withering.
Her makeup was smeared like melting wax on a candle, blurring her formerly delicate features.
Her once dazzling eyes were now reddish, like a lake touched by an autumn breeze.
She clenched her teeth, her eyes full of a pleading expression like teardrops on pear blossoms, "Boss Pei, I beg you, please do not cancel our collaboration."
The tremor in her voice resembled a chilly winter wind that made one shudder.
Upon hearing this, the man merely gave a faint smile.
His gaze was as cool as a winter lake, slowly voicing his response.
"Miss Wang, it seems you've got the wrong person to apologize to."
His eyes subtly shifted towards the girl at his side, "Shouldn't your apology be to my wife?"
At his words, Wang Yun'en's tearful countenance faltered for a moment.
Before she could grit her teeth and apologize to Jiang Yuzhu, another woman's voice rang out.
