"Zeng Zhelan?" Han Yuanjun glanced at Yao Xiu. His cold aura was suddenly restrained. He was calm and unpredictable. He even laughed in a low voice, "Why should I forgive her?"
Yao Xiu was shocked, cold sweat quickly running down his forehead.
He had been following Han Yuanjun for many years and was very familiar with his character. No one can withstand Han Yuanjun's anger.
One look at Xie Cheng and Wei Xiaoqing was enough to know how miserable the outcome would be.
Yao Xiu was so scared that his legs went soft. He raised his hand to support himself on the windowsill and finally steadied himself. He said anxiously, "President Han, if you want to punish someone, then punish me. Zhelan, she -"
"Who said I'm going punish her?" Han Yuanjun raised his hand and lightly patted Yao Xiu's shoulder, "Look at how scared you are."
Yao Xiu was stunned for a moment and could not respond at all.
