Gao Xiaoqian, now aware of Su Wen's identity, looked at him with even more suggestive eyes.
The curve of her eyes and the smile at the corner of her mouth made her look, in Su Wen's opinion, like a bona fide temptress.
If it weren't for Yuan Li standing there, he might really have been unable to control himself.
At that moment, Su Wen's gaze inadvertently rested on Gao Xiaoqian's voluptuous chest, and all he could think about was her oval-shaped, ample derrière.
"Right! Mr. Su!"
Gao Xiaoqian seemed to suddenly remember something and immediately snapped Su Wen back to reality.
"The news said today that you would appear at Aotong Group's press conference at ten this morning, but it's already half past nine. Even if we leave now, we might not make it on time. Seems like it was all just gossip after all."
