President Shen, with his wealth and eagerness, clearly intended to pick a fight with someone.
Rong Zhi glanced around and lost interest; there was nothing she liked.
"These grapes are quite sweet, want to try?"
Half reclining on her seat, she chatted with Bai Su: [What do you want?]
After sending the message, she looked at the person speaking, her gaze dropped from his eyes to the grapes in his fingertips, she said flatly, "I don't like—hmm?"
The person quickly stuffed the grape into her mouth, blocking her words.
Rong Zhi immediately frowned.
This action was a bit too intimate.
Her gaze instantly turned cold and she spat the grape out and wrapped it in paper, "Mr. Zhu, what do you want to do?"
Only Shen Junze was here, and he was clearly captivated by the ancient painting ahead, otherwise, he wouldn't have noticed the commotion over here.
