"Uncle Quan, don't go!"
Zhou Ziyan chased after him.
At the elevator entrance, like an irritable bootlicker, he stopped the old folks from the board of directors.
"Someone is deliberately framing me; I didn't do it, I did nothing, the man in the video isn't me."
He vehemently denied it, but no one believed him.
Just now in the conference room, everyone had personally witnessed a lascivious drama.
The male lead was none other than Zhou Ziyan himself, standing right before their eyes.
He was both wild and mad, the images too distasteful to look at, absolutely unbearable for the eyes.
The old fellows of the board, experienced as they were, had never encountered someone as debauched as Zhou Ziyan before.
"Second Young Master, you'd better take care of yourself."
Uncle Quan was someone Zhou Ziyan had gone to great lengths to bring into his camp, but now, the old man's face was clouded with rage, his murky eyes full of disappointment.
