As long as Lan Xiyu said the word, Rong Shengsheng could have immediately left his side.
He was always that one... who could be abandoned at any time.
After a long silence, Li Hanxian finally slowly stood up and walked downstairs, with a gloomy and ice-cold gaze, his face extremely ashen, as if he was about to explode.
Yang Anping and Zheng Damei were secretly snickering, having succeeded in their cunning plot; but upon seeing Li Hanxian's terrifying expression, they were so frightened they shook all over, nearly wetting their pants.
Li Hanxian swept them with a glance. "What are you afraid of?"
Yang Anping's forehead was covered in cold sweat as he bravely lied, "President Li... I see you look unwell; did we do something to offend you??"
"You can see that?"
Yang Anping inwardly thought: you've written it all over your face! Anyone not blind could see it.
Li Hanxian rubbed his forehead; Rong Shengsheng, this woman, always had such control over his emotions.
