A metallic taste seemed to surge in Zheng Heng's throat. He was extremely anxious, yet he dared not show it. Trembling, he held onto Song Zhaozhao's hand and whispered, "Zhaozhao, don't listen to him."
Before Zheng Heng arrived, Song Zhaozhao had already faced Father Zheng alone.
The man who had sat in a high position for a long time had an imposing aura, and his eyes were sharp and full of intimidation.
Looking at her, he merely whispered, "Miss Song Zhaozhao, I know that you and my son are dating. But you should understand that in a family of our class, the longer you two are together, the more sincerely you talk to each other, the less likely there is to be a result."
Song Zhaozhao was pale and said nothing.
She had just been suspended from all her work, and her situation was already on the edge of the bottom. As long as the Wuzhi Mountain pressing on her wasn't lifted, there wouldn't be any chance to breathe.
