As Tony came forward with glowing eyes, before he could speak, Fu Mingyu shot him a cold glance, "Don't even think about it."
Like the sky had fallen, Tony's face instantly drooped.
Fu Mingyu hadn't forgotten the last time he took Wen Nuan to a private banquet; Wen Nuan's noble and bright appearance in that champagne gold dress was unforgettable.
He wasn't there at the time, and the little woman was coaxed by Tony's glib tongues, resulting in that photo being enlarged and hung for several days in the VIP fitting room floor.
In just a few days, National Grace's sales multiplied several times, fortunately Fu Mingyu discovered it early. Otherwise, if it were really hung for a month as Wen Nuan agreed, who knows how many people would have thoughts about his Nuan Nuan.
