Ye Liangyan halted her hand, which was about to knock, startled.
It sounded like the banging of a table.
Immediately after, Song Hengsheng's angry voice came from inside.
"What? Half a million?!"
Ye Liangyan knew that now was definitely not a good time to knock on the door; she was about to leave when a cold, low voice echoed from the study.
"What? President Song thinks half a million is too much? Or perhaps... fifty thousand would be better?"
Ye Liangyan froze on the spot in an instant.
Disbelief flickered in her eyes.
She had become particularly familiar with this voice lately.
No, something was different. The words just now carried a chilling coolness that made her feel as if a bucket of ice had been poured over her head, piercingly cold through and through.
Her fingers, holding the tea tray, curled slightly a few times, and her whole body seemed to shiver.
It was Mr. Jiang's voice.
But—
How could it possibly be him?
Why would he be here?
