Ye Ying was frightened by Ye Jian's coldness that was no longer hidden.
"I don't want to. I don't want to. I want to go home… Uh… I want to go home… Dad, save me, save me…" Ye Ying, who was trembling from fear, cried again. Tears flowed down her face. She had cried too much. Her eyelids were so swollen that she couldn't open them.
She was inferior to Ye Jian. She… was inferior to Ye Jian. She was indignant. How could she accept this?!
Ahhhhh… She couldn't accept this! She couldn't!
How did she lose to a bastard and a b*tch?! How did she lose to her?!
This time, Ye Ying couldn't even numb her emotions. Facing Ye Jian, who was filled with murderous intent, she was afraid.
"Little Fox, we can leave now." The closed conference room door was pushed open, and Xia Jinyuan's tall figure appeared at the door. He wasn't surprised by the scene in front of him. He looked at Ye Jian gently as if he didn't notice anything. "It's been exactly 10 minutes."
