Wen Yiming suppressed his anger and talked to the guests. After finalizing a few cooperation projects in conversation, he felt a little calmer.
But when he looked up and saw Fu Mingyu and Wen Nuan looking so intimate, the fury in Wen Yiming's heart surged again.
Forcing himself not to look or think about it, Wen Yiming drew his thoughts back and chatted amicably with the guests.
But the good times did not last long.
After the butler approached and whispered a few words to Wen Yiming in panic, he rarely lost his composure in public and dropped the wine glass he was holding onto the ground.
Not even noticing the spilled wine soaking his pants, Wen Yiming greeted the guests, called Wen Yizhong to take care of everyone, and hurriedly turned around and left.
Inside the main gate of Wen Manor, journalists who had come early in the morning to dig out big news left in excitement, as if they were afraid of missing something if they moved slowly.
