Was it possible that Yan Huan was not just an insignificant orphan girl? Was she actually a powerful, untouchable woman who had Lu Yi—or perhaps the entire Lu family—watching her back?
"Don't you have anything to say for yourself?" Lu Yi stood up and tossed a stack of documents on the table. "Go ahead, have a look."
Zuo Fanrui picked up the documents with trembling hands. His instincts told him not to read the documents; he knew that he would not like what was written on them, that he would regret reading them.
But Zuo Fanrui could not pretend not to have seen the documents, not with Lu Yi standing before him. He would have to read them, then and there.
Cold sweat dripped from his brow with increasing frequency as he read the documents, line by line. They dripped onto the paper before him, smudging the words that explained in detail everything he had done.
