Div's face couldn't hold his expression, angrily glaring at Wei Anning, "Designer Gong, I have always cherished beauty, especially in bed, but if you piss me off, I'll make sure you regret it."
Wei Anning chuckled lightly, "I've always heard Mr. Div pretends to be righteous while hitting on women under the guise of business cooperation. Even though our company knows of your lack of character, we still approached you with sincerity. If this incident makes you angry and embarrassed, won't it just make you a laughingstock if word gets out?"
Div rested his hands on the chair's armrests, "You're quite sharp-tongued, but I like roses with thorns. The harder they are to get, the more thrilling it is."
Wei Anning's face turned unpleasant as his language grew more vulgar, feeling deeply disgusted inside. "No wonder you looked so frail when you walked in just now. Mr. Div, while indulgence might be pleasurable, moderation is key, otherwise, dying young would be such a shame."
