“It was no trouble,” Ming Luchuan said, seemingly unperturbed. “Nothing but swatting away a fly.”
He Yufeng responded with a laugh, then nodded and said, “Yeah, that was quite a despicable method.”
Xia Wennan couldn’t help himself from piping up, “Senior He, who do you suppose would do something so vile? Were they targeting you or me?”
He Yufeng cocked his head slightly, as if he was thinking about it in earnest. “Sorry, Wennan. I truly have no clue either. But there’s a chance that they’re targeting Moze’s new pheromone perfumes.”
Xia Wennan gritted his teeth.
“Speaking of which, we haven’t congratulated you yet,” Ming Luchuan interjected, holding out a hand.
He Yufeng shook his hand and smiled bitterly. “It hasn’t undergone market testing yet, so there’s no need for that. Everything is in the hands of the customers.”
As soon as He Yufeng’s words left his mouth, there was a sound of glass shattering on the living room floor, followed by Ming Qin’s quiet berating, “What’s gotten into you? Such a klutz.”
Xia Wennan turned around to see pieces of broken glass all around Ming Qin.
Ming Qin’s voice wasn’t loud, and he spoke to Yin Zejing in an airy tone, “Go clean it up.”