Jin Zheyu's face became immediately unsightly.
Compared to Wen Jin, he had already lost a round in terms of aura. Despite the fury that burned in his eyes at this moment, Wen Jin exuded a daunting and oppressive presence honed through years in the business world.
Contrasting Jin Zheyu's fiery eyes, Wen Jin was calm, cool.
"President Wen, this is a matter between Xiaocha and me."
Jin Zheyu looked at Wen Jin with a livid face, trying hard to maintain a semblance of courtesy.
Yet there were clearly sparks flying in the air.
Upon hearing this, Wen Jin's gaze grew even colder, "Xiaocha just said she doesn't want to be your girlfriend. Are you thinking of using your status as Young Master Jin to force her?"
This hefty accusation was unbearable for Jin Zheyu.
Even if he had such thoughts, Jing Xiaocha would never agree to be his girlfriend because of it.
"... "
Before Jin Zheyu could refute, Wen Jin reached over and grabbed Jin Zheyu's hand, looking at him with a deep gaze.
