Gu Jiangnian:....
By the side, Wen Jie observed the back-and-forth between them, and it seemed very familiar.
Although he was familiar with Jiang Muwan, he maintained a certain level of decorum within the reasonable boundaries of friendship.
But the man beside him and Jiang Muwan, their relationship was beyond those reasonable boundaries.
Furthermore, their interactions seemed to surpass just a friendship.
An odd feeling exploded in Wen Jie's mind, so he tentatively asked, "A friend of President Song's?"
When Wen Jie asked this, Gu Jiangnian's gaze on her became deeper.
And within that depth, there was a hint of threat.
It seemed that if Jiang Muwan were to say he was just a friend, he would press the tray in his hand onto her head.
Jiang Muwan thought: she's in deep trouble now.
The man had become increasingly petty lately.
His mind was smaller than a chicken's.
Jiang Muwan took a leisurely glance at him, her gaze cold when it passed over him.
