Wen Ya heard these words, her gaze turned somber, looking coldly at Wang Zhetao in front of her without saying a word. Her originally beautiful face seemed to be coated with a layer of frost, appearing extremely gloomy.
At this moment, standing to the side, Lu Yu could clearly feel that Wen Ya's body was slightly trembling, her whole demeanor filled with an aura of anger.
"Whoa? Angry now?"
Wang Zhetao wrapped an arm around the scantily clad woman beside him with apparent intimacy and said to Wen Ya, "President Wen, why don't you say anything now? It's been such a long time since we met, I come to your little bar and you don't even offer me a drink?!"
In his words, Wang Zhetao's tone was full of cold laughter. His face was full of ridicule, and as he looked at Wen Ya in front of him, a greedy glint was revealed in his eyes.
"Wang Zhetao!"
