Fang Anning looked at Wen Yi, who was sitting in front of her, with a face full of silent grievance.
Swindler, as expected, none associated with the Devil are good.
And he lied to her about checking luggage?
Ha, she really had no idea. They were flying on their private jet and there's still a need to check luggage?
He clearly just didn't want to accompany her shopping for souvenirs, inventing an excuse on purpose.
"Madam, you have to understand, I had no choice."
After getting off the plane, Wen Yi found a chance to apologize to Fang Anning.
Fang Anning snorted coldly: "Mr. Wen, you are taking it too seriously. How can I not understand when someone like me is manipulated by you all? It's only right and proper."
Wen Yi felt even more embarrassed and didn't know what to say.
Liao Hanfeng came over and said, "Wen Yi, don't bother with her. This woman is just overstepping her bounds, acting as if she is already Mrs. He."
"Am I not?" Fang Anning asked proudly.
