I Don't Care, You Have to Help Me

The staff brought Xia Wanyuan backstage. Because the auction had ended, the backstage was especially quiet.

Just as they were about to approach the lounge, a woman's voice came from inside.

Jiang Kui suddenly stopped Xia Wanyuan. "Mrs. Jun, why don't you not go? Why make it so ugly?"

Xia Wanyuan's eyes were cold. "What do you mean?"

Jiang Kui laughed out loud. "Mrs. Jun, you're smart. Don't tell me you don't know what it means to turn a blind eye? As a man, I understand CEO Jun's thoughts very well. No matter how beautiful Mrs. Jun is, I can't guarantee that CEO Jun only has you in his eyes."

"Move." Xia Wanyuan could not be bothered to waste her breath on him. "Don't blame me for attacking."

"Alright." Jiang Kui took a step back and spread his hands. "Then I won't care."