Yang Wen had no interest in the stunning beauty Bei Ran when she entered the room.
He thought it was Lu Mojing who had come!
Bei Ran gave him a glance; this Yang Wen was about the same as described in the information—around forty years old, still charismatic, but he was oriented toward men.
"President Yang, I am Mojing's friend. I have no objections to any form of love, but I hope you can respect Mojing's decisions..."
Yang Wen rudely interrupted Bei Ran, "Are you the woman Mojing likes?"
"No!" Bei Ran calmly said, "He regards me as a friend, that's all!"
Yang Wen arrogantly declared, "Let him come to me personally!"
Bei Ran sat down on his sofa, "He can't come, he's being held in police custody!"
"What?" Yang Wen was clearly unaware of this!
Annoyed, he furrowed his brows and then said, "You go ahead and leave! I won't let him get into trouble..."
"That's good then!" Bei Ran turned and walked out.
