He took two steps to the side, picked up the cigarette case from the table, shook out a cigarette and held it between his fingers. A small patch of light spilled from the ceiling, outlining the side of the man's face as he lit his cigarette, handsome and coldly proud, his emotions indiscernible.
After exhaling a puff of smoke, Bo Yanching said, "No matter whom she pretends to be me, it's me who spoiled her. Who gave you permission to touch her before I said anything?"
"I..."
Jih Mingyue felt a chill down to her crown, her body curled up under a table corner, trembling with fear.
"Han Chuan."
A person came over from the direction of the sofa.
Bo Yanching instructed, "Throw her out, and issue a statement to the company to blacklist her overnight."
Han Chuan: "Understood."
Following the command, Han Chuan pulled Jih Mingyue up from the floor.
