Qiao Jian had barely finished talking when Young Master Yan's face turned as black as the bottom of a saucepan.
"Get out." He shot a murderous glare at Qiao Jian and pointed at the door.
Qiao Jian was secretly praising himself for his quick-wittedness when the boss snapped at him in anger. It frightened him out of his wits, and even his facial muscles twitched in shock.
Without a second thought, he spun around and bolted for the door, instantly disappearing like a wisp of smoke.
Yan Rusheng took out his wallet from the drawer and opened it. He retrieved the purple plastic ring.
His gaze landed back on the photo in his wallet. The playful woman was on his back, and she was smiling as happily as a kid.
He stroked the photo tenderly, his mouth twitching. Suddenly, he spoke in a malicious and tyrannical tone, "Stupid woman, I don't care if I have to snatch you away."
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