"Xia Wanyuan?!"
From a nurse Han Yuan managed to climb and cling onto a man who could be considered wealthy like Father Xia, Han Yuan had long been capable of observing people's expressions.
At that moment, she acutely sensed pressure from Xia Wanyuan, who was standing at the door. That pair of cold eyes seemed to see through everything, making her feel guilty for no reason.
"Tell me what you want."
Xia Wanyuan slowly walked in, her high heels clicking on the floor, breaking down Han Yuan's mental defenses.
"Xia Wanyuan, why are you putting on an act for me?" Han Yuan pulled herself together, no longer as gentle as she usually was in front of Father Xia. "Just because of that lousy drama of yours, your father invested money and was tricked into going bankrupt. How dare you still have the cheek to sit on your Madam Jun's throne steadily?"
