Liang Zixuan was so near to the phone that she could easily hear every word coming from the other end.
Her heart, which had been soothed by the phone call, began to pound again. She gazed uneasily at Han Yuanjun and watched him hang up the phone after saying, 'Understood.'
"Young Master Han." Liang Zixuan frowned. The seriousness on her face made her look like a female fighter. She was strong and firm. "They must be here for me. I will deal with them."
Han Yuanjun put his cell phone back, glanced at her, and said with a stern look, "Didn't I say I won't let anyone bully you? These words are not just for show."
After saying that, he released his grip from her and pushed her to the sofa. "Wait for me here obediently, you are not allowed to go anywhere."
"Young Master Han!" Liang Zixuan wanted to stand up, but Han Yuanjun pushed her shoulder down forcefully.
She could only lift her head and insisted, "This is my personal problem, I can handle it on my own."
