After Gu Shimo left, more people were sizing Ye Qingwan up.
Ye Qingwan was calm and unafraid of these gazes.
Some busybodies took the initiative to provoke her, but Ye Qingwan pushed them back.
Gu Shimo was right.
Not long after he left, a man with a crew cut walked toward Ye Qingwan with a wine glass in his hand.
The man with the crew cut swirled his glass and looked at Ye Qingwan from the corner of his eyes.
He lowered his eyes to hide the fiery passion in them.
"Beautiful lady, you're President Gu's female companion?"
Ye Qingwan looked up and didn't speak.
He thought to himself, This is not nonsense.
She had accompanied Gu Shimo to the banquet, so she was, of course, his female companion.
The man with the crew cut did not care about her attitude. Instead, he was aroused by her desire to conquer him.
Beauties, especially those with thorns.
It was normal to have a little temper.