As someone with Wen Zhenhua's observational skills, he had noticed the subtle atmosphere between his daughter Wen Qiuyue and Wen Ruan before coming over.
Therefore, when Wang Shunyu mentioned Wen Ruan, he deliberately came over.
"Dad..." Wen Qiuyue bit her lip, feeling a burning pain on her face.
She had just been mocking the other person, and now greeting them would be equivalent to admitting fault, wouldn't it?
"Uh?" Wen Zhenhua's expression became solemn.
Wen Qiuyue's body trembled, and she whispered, "Hello, President Wen, I am Wen Qiuyue from Jiaxin Group."
After she said this, her eyes became red.
Bowing down to greet a woman she despises was a grievance she had never faced since childhood.
However, now at the scene of the International Clothing Exhibition, she dared not be blatant.
Wen Ruan replied with a "hmm," and patted Yao Lingling's back, "Lingling, tell me what's going on?"
