"I don't have the time for all of that." Han Yuanjun said calmly, "I found this information when I was looking for other things. Hou Yingyi, I'm a bit curious, did this hobby develop after all these years of you playing around in nightclubs?"
"I...I..." Hou Yingyi was so nervous that his palms were sweating. Even his voice changed tone. "How..I...I didn't!"
Han Yuanjun chuckled. "If you didn't do it, then you didn't do it. Why are you so nervous?"
"I'm not nervous!" When Hou Yingyi spoke, he couldn't help but gasp for breath. This really made people doubt the validity of his words.
Han Yuanjun's gaze moved from Hou Yingyi's face to the folder he was holding.
Hou Yingyi followed his gaze and suddenly his hands felt like they were burning. His fingers immediately let go of the folder and the sheets of paper fell to the floor.
Hou Yingyi suddenly remembered something. He took the papers and tore them in front of Han Yuanjun.
