Their eyes met, and Wen Sheng's eyes showed no significant emotional fluctuation, as if she were talking about something utterly ordinary.
She had a kind of confidence and composure that seemed to emanate from her very bones, something Xu Yanshu actually admired.
If the opponent were too weak, it would be uninteresting.
A man as outstanding as Fu Yanlin, the women willing to throw themselves at him could line up to France. A woman of ordinary birth, with nothing particularly noteworthy about her work or personality, was not even on Xu Yanshu's radar.
What did ten years of acquaintance amount to? Time was never the measure of gain or loss.
"Yvonne, I'm looking forward to it," Xu Yanshu said with an indifferent smile, her innate sense of superiority made her arrogant and direct, always assuming a superior posture.
In her years in the venture capital circle, Wen Sheng had seen all kinds of people, including rich second-generation heirs like Xu Yanshu.
