Chen Mo looked at Yan Peipei's astonishing figure and couldn't help asking, "With your looks, when you ask someone to consign clothes for you, don't they get certain ideas?"
"They definitely will, I've had my share of trouble since I was young, but I can defend myself."
"Defend yourself? You mean fighting? Don't you know that in business, harmony brings wealth?"
"Then you don't understand, I've beaten many men, and they don't get mad."
That must be because of her high emotional intelligence; otherwise, in a fit of lust, who wouldn't become furious?
If you win a fight, that's when the real trouble begins, all the annoying legal procedures follow.
Forget it, everyone has their own experiences in handling such situations, Chen Mo didn't want to teach her anything.
In Yan Peipei's case, Chen Mo was simply giving her an opportunity.
"Then you go handle it, but remember to report back to me at any time."
"Hey, boss, this is your company too, don't you worry about it?"
