Zhan Hanjue brought He Qingping to his study.
After entering, He Qingping asked uneasily, "Hanjue, are you angry? Is Miss Ye unhappy? I really didn't mean anything else. She wouldn't be upset over such a small thing, right!"
"She is not angry. From start to finish, she never cared about this matter, nor did she care about Wanyu," Zhan Hanjue said.
He Qingping breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, as long as she's not angry."
"But I am very angry," Zhan Hanjue said. "She can afford not to care because she knows I love her and won't change my heart. Nonetheless, I am angry because even though she trusts me, I'm still angry that you used this matter to touch my bottom line," Zhan Hanjue added coldly.
He Qingping's expression stiffened, "Hanjue, I don't understand what you mean by touching your bottom line."
"You know very well, don't you?" Zhan Hanjue took out a file folder, tossed it onto the desk, and let her see for herself.
