Feng Sinan raised his head and his deep, narrow eyes fell on Jin Zhe’s face. “What did you say? Say It again.”
Jin Zhe instantly felt the temperature in the office drop to freezing point. He stuttered, “President, Su Xiaoying is going to marry young master Nan. The wedding date of the Su and Nan families has been set. It will be in half a month’s time.”
Feng Sinan threw the pen in his hand on the desk, and his straight back leaned heavily against the chair.
He raised his hand, and his slender fingers pinched the center of his dark brows.
How dare she!
“President, I saw that Miss Su had always suspected that you were the one who wrote the letter personally written by her father. It was you who harmed the SU family. However, we didn’t do it. Why didn’t President Explain?”
Feng Sinan really wasn’t the one who did this.
Feng Sinan pursed his thin lips and then indifferently said, “If I explain myself, will she believe me?”
