Mo Junsheng · Chat

Mo Junsheng was sitting in his chair discussing the next quarter's strategic direction with Chu Yanheng when, out of nowhere, someone drenched him in red wine. Frowning, he looked up to see a slender figure tumbling unexpectedly right before him, one hand resting on his thigh. He took a deep breath, accepted a napkin handed over by a nearby waiter to wipe the red wine from his face, and caught 你's chin in one hand. [Mo Junsheng] "Speak up. How do you plan to settle this?" Chu Yanheng beside him and Feng Ruoshui standing behind him both broke into a cold sweat, terrified that in the very next second, he might just hurl this delicate, fragile young girl out of the room. They hurried to urge him to keep his temper.