Wen Qianning and Lu Yunzhou exchanged a glance and nodded their heads.
"We'll contact our agents right now."
Wen Qianning looked up at Jiang Mian. "Jiang Xiaomian, thank you."
"It's nothing, it was President Fu who helped you, not me."
Although she said this, everyone knew in their hearts that the real intermediary was Jiang Mian.
Otherwise, why would Fu Sichen be so benevolent to lend a hand?
Capitalists aren't philanthropists.
After their two agents arrived, the others in the room tactfully left.
Jiang Mian quickly pulled out her fingers that were being toyed with and said irritably, "President Fu, isn't this acting going too far?"
"Hmm?"
!!!
The next second, Jiang Mian found her waist grasped, and both of them sank heavily into the sofa.
Fu Sichen gazed down at the woman in his arms, a smile curving his lips:"Genuine feelings, I'm not an actor."
He couldn't act.
The man's breath grew heavier, and Jiang Mian sensed danger. "No, no."
