He stepped forward, ready to say something.
Unexpectedly, a cold wind blew and while everyone was shivering, Fu Han had already fallen into a familiar embrace.
Without looking back, she knew who it was. Her arms tried hard to break free, but in the face of absolute strength, her efforts were like a clay ox melting into the sea without causing the slightest ripple.
The voice of He Xing, devoid of any warmth, rose above her head, "You can tell the scale of a company by its name; yours is so tacky that I am guessing the company is on its last legs."
If anyone else had said this, Fu Han would have sneered, and even spat to show her disdain.
But this man was He Xing, the Executive Chairman of the He Group—one of the foremost families in A City. Not to mention A City, in Country Z, there were hardly a few who would dare to question his words.
