After the office door closed, the tears that Lin Qingqian had suppressed in her eyes suddenly surged and hung on her face.
I've returned that young man to you.
Is this the gift you're going to give me?
Didn't you not understand love? Didn't you not have feelings? Why did you do so much for me?
Ah Yan, what are you thinking?
What exactly do you want me to do?
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The meeting room of Tianyue Group was as silent as death. Everyone stared at the man sitting in the chairman's seat as if they had seen a ghost.
Jiang Yanshen's grip on the table tightened involuntarily, and the veins on his face began to bulge. In the next second, he stood up without any warning and pushed all the documents to the ground.
"It's fake! This is all fake. This is impossible!!" He roared angrily.
