"?" Jiang Xianrou had never expected him to not give her face. Hearing the echo of the slap on her face, her mind went blank for a moment. All the blood in her body rushed to her brain. Her eyelashes trembled violently as her face became white. She didn't dare to be confident and thought that she had heard wrongly. "Master Wang, I…"
Ye Wangchuan narrowed his eyes lazily and suppressed the ruthlessness in them. "Jiang Li gave you face. Jiang Li doesn't even have this face with me. He doesn't even dare to tell me that this matter is over and needs to be resolved in private. Why do you think you can ask me for this face? Why? Do I seem easy to talk to recently?"
Ye Wangchuan had never been an easy person to talk to. Perhaps it was because everyone in Beijing knew that it was best not to use his connections. If she pleaded with him through the back door, she would only die more miserably.
