It felt less like a professional office and more like the private chamber of someone who enjoyed displaying authority.
The moment the office door closed behind them and was locked, the atmosphere changed.
The courteous smile on Wen Hang's face disappeared almost instantly.
Without even looking at Su Mo or the two women, he walked straight to the liquor cabinet and opened a small drawer beneath it. From inside, he pulled out a thick cigar.
He lit it slowly, taking his time.
Only after exhaling a cloud of smoke did he finally move toward the sofa. Sitting down with his legs spread comfortably, he leaned back in a posture that openly displayed arrogance.
His gaze swept across Su Mo briefly, filled with thinly veiled contempt. Then, his eyes moved to the two women standing behind him.
The greed in his eyes was impossible to hide.
Lin Yaorui noticed it immediately and frowned slightly.
