Wen Wanzi froze for a moment, let out a sneering laugh, stabbed a piece of fruit with her fork, popped it into her mouth, then reached out for the resume and sighed helplessly.
"I really don't know what your game is…"
Bao Yancheng's expression relaxed considerably. He picked up a soft slice of bread, evenly spread chilled butter on it, handed it to Wen Wanzi's plate, and only then elegantly and methodically began enjoying his own breakfast.
Wen Wanzi had intended to casually skim through the resume, but after reading just a few lines, she couldn't help but feel impressed.
Bao Yancheng had always been low-profile. Over the years, the one thing people knew most about him was his identity as the heir of the Bao Family.
But now that he'd been cast out of the Bao Family, in the eyes of outsiders, he seemed like a prince stripped of his aura— the higher he climbed, the harder he fell.