Early the next day, Bao Yancheng got up before dawn to prepare for his itinerary.
Intending to brew a cup of hand-poured coffee, he carelessly scalded his finger with boiling water.
Bao Yancheng ran cold water over it, staring at the splashing droplets in a daze.
He had to admit that there was an unusual tinge of nervousness in his heart.
If it were just his own affairs, he wouldn't have the slightest concern.
But when it involved Wen Wanzhi, everything was completely different.
His once vulnerability had returned, and this time, with two young children added to the equation.
At any rate, he had to be extra cautious at this press conference.
On the surface, this conference seemed to clarify the increasingly fierce public opinion, but in fact, it was to infuriate Xiang Yiran, forcing her to take the next step in her revenge.
After regaining his memory, Bao Yancheng thought of Xiang Yiran with an itchy hatred in his heart.