A few assistants almost burst out laughing after listening.
Wen Rufeng seemed oblivious, looking left and right. "Really? But I feel this temperature is just fine!"
"Just fine? Then why is your face red? And you're sweating." Mo Ang asked with a frown, wondering what was up with the chairman. Can't even say the room temperature truthfully?
Wen Rufeng gently brushed her forehead, continuing to staunchly deny. "This isn't sweat; it's the hydrating mist I sprayed just now. The air is too dry in the air-conditioned room; you have to always pay attention to moisture."
As she spoke, she touched her cheeks, looking quite vain.
Mo Ang almost laughed, thinking how could she be any more fake. "Oh, then your makeup is a bit off now, not sure if you've noticed!"
Wen Rufeng quickly went to the mirror to take a closer look.
Sure enough, her face was covered in sweat, the powder was smudged, making her face look greasy and dirty.
