Li He was a very proud and confident woman, who indeed had the capital to be so, yet now, Yan Shiwei was proposing that she become his mistress, speaking as if it was an honor for her—an attitude that infuriated her so much she was trembling with rage, almost grinding her teeth to dust.
Mi Lin's eyes were filled with sadness. She understood who Yan Shiwei was, and that he was not someone Tiange Group could afford to mess with. Now, it seemed that the Li He she somewhat admired couldn't escape the clutches of this playboy.
At that moment, an abrupt voice rang out.
"Shenming City will be under your control? Are you sick in the head? Perhaps you should visit a psychiatric ward, or are you actually an escaped mental patient?" Liu Wentian's smile was mocking as he looked at Yan Shiwei, seeing him as if he were an idiot.
Yan Shiwei had indeed noticed another man in the office but had outright ignored him, believing not everyone in this world deserved his attention.
