Wen Jin, Was It For Me?
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Wen Jin, you..." Fang Jiansheng let out a pig-like squeal.
"Do you have the right to call me by my name?" Wen Jin looked down disdainfully. "Don't you like to drink? Aren't you fond of playing with women? I'll let you enjoy yourself."
Wen Jin left no room for negotiation.
Even the polished demeanor he maintained in the business world disappeared.
As Wen Jin's words fell, two tall and robust bodyguards entered.
Fang Jiansheng was now thoroughly frightened.
Ignoring Fang Jiansheng, Wen Jin ordered coldly, "Take care of President Fang. If he likes to drink, let him drink to his heart's content. Find him enough women. Without my permission, President Fang is not allowed to stop."
Yu Anwan couldn't hold back a chuckle.
This was likely going to be a disaster.
The bodyguards respectfully carried out Wen Jin's orders, dragging Fang Jiansheng out amid his anguished screams.
The private room immediately returned to silence.