Feng Tian's smile didn't falter as Han Ke Ming's words hung in the air, their thinly veiled jab clear to anyone paying attention. The subtle mention of "past accidents" and "new changes" was a calculated move—intended to unsettle her, to paint her as either the orchestrator of the elevator incident or an incompetent leader who allowed it to happen under her watch.
If Han Ke Ming had expected a crack in her composure, he was bound for disappointment. Feng Tian's sharp gaze locked onto his, her eyes gleaming with an unmistakable edge. Her calm authority radiated in the silence that followed, each second making it clear that she knew what she was doing, and she would gladly play along but at the same time, she was way more better than him at playing the game.
