Chapter 87 Hand Over the Formula

• All that showing off from Su Wenlin didn’t win him a shred of goodwill from Xia Ziyan. She wasn’t some spoiled rich kid like him. She was here for business. Her father was sick, and the whole Xia Group was counting on her.
• Plus, bragging to a crowd that these are custom, million-level jewels? That kind of shallow flex made Ziyan roll her eyes.
• Faced with Su Wenlin’s tone-deaf flirting, she gave the earrings a cool glance and said,