Wu Jiaojiao...
"Wu Jiaojiao, a journalist, right?"
Qin Mu looked at her and asked casually.
Only then did Wu Jiaojiao understand that Qin Mu actually knew her long ago.
Even if Yichen didn't mention it, his friends probably told her about it; I've heard that they're very close.
"Yes!"
Wu Jiaojiao didn't know why, but she felt a bit embarrassed, as if the wife were scolding the mistress.
In fact, it was indeed so!
"Our President Mu, as a person, is good at everything except treating women well. You must have felt that, right?"
Qin Mu leaned into the sofa and looked at Wu Jiaojiao as she asked.
Wu Jiaojiao gave an awkward smile: "Successful men are always like this with women, aren't they? They usually don't lack women, so they don't need to bother making women happy."
After Qin Mu heard this, she was unexpectedly shocked. So to reporters, the indifference of successful men is because they don't lack women.
"Then why are you still clinging to him?"
