William, standing to the side, pulled a fine handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Wen Wanzhi, whispering close to her ear.
"Junior sister, you did great, don't panic."
Wen Wanzhi smiled politely and took the handkerchief, but her ears were attuned to Bao Yancheng.
Wen Wanzh lifted her eyes for a glance and found herself meeting Bao Yancheng's calm yet icy gaze.
Indeed, Bao Yancheng must have prepared all sorts of official rhetoric. This question had been answered countless times at public investment meetings.
How could he possibly bring up the past? What was she expecting?
Slightly vexed, she withdrew her gaze, unaware that a chilling intent had surfaced on Bao Yancheng's face.
"Indeed, the public has been curious about this issue, and I've addressed it frankly on several occasions. But facing clients we are about to work with in-depth, I don't mind revealing some deeper reasons, or shall I say, personal reasons."