"Who did you say got married?"
With a charming smile, Wen Jiaren glanced at the Wang Chuanhui beside her, "Didn't you marry him?"
Now a figure in the showbiz, Zhao Baoyi was somewhat famous. Although not a top star, she had played leading roles and seen many handsome men. Her standards weren't low, so how could she fall for a middle-aged man like Wang Chuanhui, fat and greasy-faced?
Even placing her name alongside Wang Chuanhui felt like an insult, lowering her standards.
Her face suddenly elongated, pointing at Wen Jiaren, "I'm not married. Boss Wang was introducing him to you, not me. He was interested in you."
By then, Wen Jiaren and her group had already sat down, and she placed Mu Xiao on her lap.
The hotel tables were a bit high for two-year-old Mu Xiao, making it difficult for him to reach his food.
Hearing Zhao Baoyi's words, the expressions of everyone at Wen Jiaren's table darkened, including Mu Xiao.
