He intended to offer her to this investor with ill intentions.
Everyone thought so, understanding who Ye Feimo was—cold, ruthless, detached, and decisive. Women were never scarce around him, switching one after another, and everyone in the circle knew of Second Young Master Ye's cold-heartedness.
Whomever he fancied out of the women around him, he never blinked an eye before handing them off.
Even Tang Shuwen thought Ye Feimo was about to give Wen Nuan away.
He would not stand by indifferently, or else Mandong would have to fight him to the death. Just as Tang Shuwen was about to speak, his expression changed. Wen Nuan was also stunned, foolishly watching as Ye Feimo took her hand, fingers intertwined.
"Chairman Zhong, do you have some misunderstanding? Could it be you haven't seen what she is wearing around her neck?" Ye Feimo's voice was like the deep winter of December, and suddenly the whole banquet seemed to be swirling with snow.
