Jing Yan narrowed his eyes dangerously at the fearless woman on the stage. He whispered something to his secretary, Chen Zhao, and then turned back to He Miao. "Don't be angry. I'll make her regret it."
He Miao blinked at him in confusion. "Why should I be angry? Isn't she digging her own grave?"
As far as she knew, the Ye group used to be a mid-high-end luxury brand, but since the company was handed over to He Feng, the quality of the perfume had declined and had fallen to the low-end level. Naturally, the customers was no longer the rich women of the past. Most of the customers who used the Ye group were students who preferred its affordable price.
However, this time, He Wei's words were obviously contrary to the target audience of Ye group's brand. She could imagine the unanimous negative comments on the internet now, so naturally, she would not be angry over He Wei's brainless words.
