Only after hearing Han Zhan's apology did Song Ci retract her gaze.
She looked at Han Zhan's face and said, "Just now when you gave me the card, my face felt hot, as if I'd just been slapped by someone. I felt like burying myself in a hole."
Han Zhan wanted to explain again, but Song Ci inched even closer to him. She placed her index finger on Han Zhan's lips and stopped his unspoken words.
Han Zhan looked puzzled, not knowing what exactly Song Ci wanted to do.
Song Ci started sizing Han Zhan up.
Han Zhan had always had a clear conscience. When he was younger, he had served the army and his country. After that, he had founded Zeus Airlines, becoming the boss of a company and providing jobs with rather good incomes to a few thousand employees. Regardless of where and when, he was always doing something beneficial for the country and people, so he had always held his head high. On the other hand, while Song Ci looked famous on the surface, she felt extremely inferior.
