Listening to this description, Qin Zeyu couldn't help but smile, "Really? Why do I feel like all the traits you're talking about are ones I possess?"
Wen Ran's expression stiffened.
She had said that just to indirectly tell Fu Chenlie—
she hated him!
Hated his targeted sarcasm and disrespect towards people, hated everything about him!
This was her sole purpose in answering Qin Zeyu's question, but now Qin Zeyu suddenly said this, and her heart felt like someone had tampered with it, making her smile uncomfortably, "Stop joking."
"I'm serious," Qin Zeyu said, his eyes sincere.
Beside them, Fu Chenlie's expression had already turned livid.
He leaned back in his chair, slightly tilted his head, and with a king-like demeanor, swept his gaze towards Wen Ran, "Driver Wen, do I need to remind you what the purpose of your meeting with Mr. Qin today is?"
When the man said "Driver Wen," he stressed each syllable heavily, as if he wanted to use the label "driver" to humiliate Wen Ran.