If someone saw a man with a woman in the women's washroom, they wouldn't need any explanation. They would immediately label them as an impatient couple.
If another reporter appeared, it would be too thrilling.
But unfortunately, Wen Jin seemed as if he didn't care at all, as if he had nothing to lose.
D*mn it!
Yu Anwan cursed in her heart.
Wen Jin was shameless, but she still wanted face.
In response to Wen Jin's actions, Yu Anwan quickly regained her composure. She sneered, even showing a mocking expression, and stared at Wen Jin without blinking.
"Wen Jin." Yu Anwan called out his full name without giving him any respect. "Yes, I'm a fickle woman. So what? What's so good about you, Wen Jin? Shouldn't I find a decent man to be with instead of going back to an ex-husband? Of course, I'd rather be with a successful bachelor."