C79 Acetic Acid

Jiang Yunting walked up to Ye Qing and grabbed a towel from her hands, wrapping it around his waist in twos and threes.

"I'm not interested in you right now, but I need to worry about the press conference when I have time."

Hearing this faint voice brush past her ear, Ye Qingqing opened her eyes and saw that Jiang Yunting had already put on his suit.

"Luckily there was a press conference