Yao Au was so angry that his body was trembling. Jia Qiulian was becoming more and more presumptuous!
Before this, even though she was Han Cihui's wife and was considered someone of high status on this team, she had never said any harsh words to anyone. But now that she had climbed a high branch, she was planning to leave just like that?
Just as the assistant was about to run after her, a hand suddenly fell on his shoulder. He turned around in surprise and saw Han Cihui. His face suddenly turned red. "D-director Han..."
Han Cihui took a deep breath and patted the assistant's shoulder with his hand. "Yao Au, you really pushed me into the fire pit. Even if Jia Qiulian doesn't want to divorce me, your words will only make her more determined!"
It was no exaggeration to say that Yao Au was the God of Pushing Hands.
