Jian Yukuo loosened his tie, let out a sigh, and looked through the mirror at Wen Sheng who had gone for light makeup. He couldn't help but ask in an odd tone, "Asheng, who is he?"
Wen Sheng shut her phone, her smile vanished, leaving only cold indifference on her face, "Mr. Jian, my private affairs are none of your business."
Jian Yukuo chuckled lightly and continued, "When did you two start? You play innocent with me while secretly sleeping with another and giving yourself to him. I really want to know what type of man managed to turn you into such a prim and proper slut."
Wen Sheng's face chilled. She made eye contact with Jian Yukuo in the mirror, and after two seconds, she coldly ordered, "Stop the car."
She had been too optimistic about Jian Yukuo.
Only a fool would agree to attend Fu's grandfather's birthday party because of her father's watch; she had been naive to think that Jian Yukuo wasn't that bad.
