"Wang Meng, I am here to thank you for saving my life last time. I don't know when you're free, but I'd like to take you to dinner," Huo Weining's smile was especially perfect.
She knew exactly how to smile most beautifully.
Wang Meng raised an eyebrow and looked at the person before him with careless eyes, his expression somewhat rakish. The slight smirk on his lips carried a hint of mischief, which had a fatal attraction for Huo Weining. She felt her heart pounding nonstop, an emotion no other man had ever evoked in her.
Although she maintained a smile on the surface, only she knew the nervousness inside.
Wang Meng's gaze slid over her face, then he withdrew his interest, turned to his subordinate, and said coldly, "Wang Yi, get a figure ready and have her transfer the money." After he said that, he strode forward.
He didn't give Huo Weining's somewhat dumbfounded expression another glance.
