Fu Chenlie looked down at her from above, "What kind of transaction?"
Wen Ran fell silent.
She knew he was a smart man, pretending to speak in riddles simply because he did not want to answer her question.
Ding—
The elevator arrived.
Wen Ran followed Fu Chenlie out of the elevator.
A few steps later, he stopped in front of a private room, pressed the handle and pushed open the door.
There were two men sitting in the private room.
One of them was recognizable to Wen Ran, it was Lu Jinglun.
The other had an unfamiliar face; she did not know him.
"Yo, why did you bring Little White Rabbit along? Is she going to drink with us?"
"Since when does a driver deserve to sit and drink with you?"
"…Your words are quite tasteless. Who is Little White Rabbit? She's your wife, not just any ordinary driver."
Fu Chenlie replied coldly, "The role of a driver is to drive and take people places, not to drink."