"Second Young Master, it's all my fault. It has nothing to do with Uncle Qiang." Zhan Hui's fair hand was covered in bright red blood. Her expression did not change at all as she stared at the man in front of her who seemed to be watching a show.
Zhan Jingtian scoffed, his tone light and unreadable. "Are you saying I was wrong?"
It was true that Zhan Qiang wanted to save Zhan Hui, but it was wrong that he had trampled on the dignity and authority of the Zhan family to save her.
"Zhan Hui! Shut up!"
Zhan Qiang could tell that Zhan Jingtian was already furious and could not help but stop her. He had worked for Zhan Jingtian for many years, and no one knew him better than he did.
