As of now, the entertainment industry did not belong to the Ye Family, the Lu Family, and least of all Yan Huan. It belonged to the public. If an actor or actress were to commit a shameful act, they would be booed out of the industry before they know it. Some sins aren't easily forgiven; she knew that better than anyone.
The loud crack of a slap stilled the air. All the noises died away, and everyone turned to stone.
Ye Jianguo's hand hovered in the air, beside Yan Huan's slanted face where five conspicuous fingerprints had formed. Ye Jianguo used to be a soldier, and he had not held out on that slap, despite the debt of gratitude their family owed her, and despite the fact that she had dug his grandson out from the rubble. Right now, he cared only about his granddaughter.
