Chen Feng frowned involuntarily.
This Han Yang, in his behaviors and manners, was indeed disgustingly despicable.
"Yun Qian, I can only rely on you now, only you can save the company from this crisis. I promise you, when this crisis is over, I will repay you double."
Han Yang voiced out somberly.
"Just forget about it," Yun Qian stated, "I won't take a penny from you, nor will you get a penny from me."
"Are you really going to be so unfeeling? This company...years ago, both you and I-"
Smack.
Barely before Han Yang could finish, Chen Feng landed a slap on his face.
"As if I don't exist?" Chen Feng spoke faintly. "The past is behind us. The fact that my wife doesn't hold a grudge is already a great favor we've shown you. Now, you have the audacity to ask her for money? Who do you think you are?"
"I... I..."
Han Yang stammered, deeply fearful of Chen Feng.
"Leave."
Chen Feng spat out coldly.
Han Yang, seeing the real face of Chen Feng's anger, was somewhat afraid.
