A single sentence pierced like icy cold steel, and those sharp, sword-like eyes fixed on Director Jia across the room. At that moment, as soon as Han Yiwei finished speaking, Director Jia's heart immediately sank in alarm.
He thought, something feels off. No wonder the look in the other person's eyes seemed unusual. But the truth was, he simply couldn't remember who this person standing before him was.
Straining to search his memory, he replayed the faces of everyone in his mind and confirmed that it was utterly impossible for such an outstanding individual to have come from their orphanage. Quickly forcing a dry laugh, he said, "Cough, cough. Well, uh, I really don't have much of an impression. Mr. Han, have we met before?"
Han Yiwei didn't expect that the man wouldn't recognize him at all. Even more nauseating was the casual, indifferent demeanor Director Jia carried.
