"It is I, Mr. Chi."
Compared to Chi Yao's rage, the speaker's voice had a cool indifference concealed in its clarity, an aloofness embedded in its elegance.
His tone was very calm and his voice was gentle. Although it wasn't heavy, it carried a hint of invisible aura, giving a sense of oppressive heaviness.
All the people present were stunned. After a few seconds, they all turned their attention to Han Jingnian who, since the onset of the incident, had been standing by Xia Wan'an's side without any reaction.
Facing everyone's gaze, Han Jingnian's eyes remained calm.
Hearing that voice addressing "Mr. Chi", an inexplicable echo wrung in the heart of Chi Yao. He incredulously stared at Han Jingnian. His raging outburst just now vanishing instantly, his voice notably softer and more submissive: "Jingnian, what are you doing?"
Han Jingnian didn't speak, to be precise, he couldn't be bothered to explain to Chi Yao.
