"Just because a little girl has a pretty face, does she really think the world will revolve around her?"
She's nothing but a man's plaything.
Soon, she would let this man know just how much trouble the little girl had caused for him!
At the elevator entrance.
As Tan Yanzhe, who had just finished resetting his wrist, came out, he heard this statement.
Despite enduring the excruciating pain of having his wrist set without shedding a single tear, his eyes were visibly red at that moment.
"Mr. Tan, are you crying?"
A bodyguard handed him a tissue:
"A man's tears are not shed lightly, Mr. Tan, stay strong!"
"Right, right, even though President Tan has passed away, you still have your wife and daughter. You must not collapse at this time; you need to hold on."
Sun Li's chin was slightly raised, her arms wrapped around her chest, looking triumphant as she watched Ya Zhuo, who followed Miss An Yan out:
"Director Yan, why don't you step down?"
Ya Zhuo snorted through his nose: