"Why aren't you drinking, Mr. Aires? This wine is quite good!" Mu Yin's head was beginning to feel a bit dizzy, but she was still conscious.
She extended her slender and fair fingers, pointing at the wine glass in front of him, and gave him a coquettish smile, completely ignoring the man beside her whose face was turning purple with rage.
Of course, it was good; it cost tens of thousands!
"This..." Aires was just about to say something to smooth things over.
Who would have thought that the man who could no longer contain his anger, with a "bang," directly flipped over the table.
Both of them were startled.
Bo Fengheng looked at Aires with a frosty gaze, issuing an order to leave, "You go first. Have the designs ready by tomorrow."
Have the designs ready by tomorrow?
He hadn't taken his measurements yet...
Though his professional expertise allowed him to estimate by eye, even a slight deviation was an insult to his work.
