Su Wen glanced coldly at Lin Aomei, and in an instant, she felt a chill, quieting down immediately.
"She is the chairman of Aotong Group, the daughter of Lin Aotong, Lin Aomei!"
Upon hearing Su Wen's words, Wang Xuejun, holding Lin Aomei's hand, also stiffened and dared not move recklessly, only after a good while did he recover his composure, suddenly retracting his hand back.
"Is it really..."
At this moment, Wang Xuejun was like a mute, not daring to speak rashly, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into right away.
Then suddenly noticing that Su Wen's arm was still bleeding, he quickly diverted his attention, picked up a gauze and started to wrap it around Su Wen's arm.
"I don't know what happened today, both started getting injured, still unsure what exactly went wrong."
Wang Xuejun kept busy while complaining nonstop.
Running around for the company the whole day had left him feeling somewhat exhausted.
