Tan Jincheng smashed the table, and no one in the room dared to make a sound.
After a moment of silence, Assistant Han finally spoke up cautiously!
"Young Master Tan, are you sure Madam can understand?"
Assistant Han's voice was very light, as if he was afraid to disturb Tan Jincheng.
Tan Jincheng slowly raised his fist, his knuckles reddening and gradually turning bluish-purple due to the intense impact with the wooden table.
The hardwood furniture was sturdy enough, or else this punch would have broken the wood directly; now it was just cracked...
Tan Jincheng's lips were tightly pressed; after a moment, he slowly spoke, "I believe she can understand."
Assistant Han hesitated for a moment but ultimately did not dare to say anything more.
Although Young Master Tan verbally claimed he believed Gu Yi'an could understand, everyone knew he was not really sure. Otherwise, he would have said with absolute confidence, "She definitely can understand."
It was mainly due to Bo Yi.
