"When you want to enter the company, I helped you to obtain Mingya's president position, Shen Wan. I've been generous enough with you."
Even though he was speaking in a questioning tone and making rough gestures, this man's face showed nothing but calm and iciness. There were no other emotions visible.
The warmth in his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be ingrained in his bones. Even when he was angry, it was a kind of "gentle explosion."
Not fierce, not aggressive, not intense, yet still incredibly powerful.
Shen Wan could feel the soreness in her chin and could experience the violence brewing in the man's eyes up close. At that moment, she wished she had enough physical strength to resist—no talking, no thinking, just fighting!
Unfortunately, she didn't have that strength, but it didn't mean she wouldn't resist.
Her right hand was injured, but she still had her left hand and her legs.
