Wen Jichen had never considered himself a person who couldn't control his temper.
Years of navigating the turbulent business world, not easily showing emotions was fundamental.
Otherwise, in the treacherous marketplace, he would have been devoured, leaving not even bones behind.
Thus, hiding joy and anger had always been his protective color.
He never doubted his self-control, for no one could touch his bottom line.
Yet, there was that one exception.
Bit by bit, wearing down his patience, challenging his limits.
She was truly skillful.
Her ability to irritate him was endless.
Wen Jichen abruptly drained his glass of wine, eyes cold.
Beside him, Yin Xiner also freed herself from the crowd's entanglement, walked over to Wen Jichen with a helpless expression.
Wen Jichen glanced at her indifferently, "Finished talking?"
