Han Zaijing sat on the sofa, his tightly clenched hands revealing bulging veins, his face growing increasingly unsightly.
His tender, thin lips pressed tightly together, with no intention of speaking.
On Wen Zhiyan's gentle face appeared sadness, as he explained to Wen Xin, "Your cousin at the company of HDS Group was found to have stolen company secrets."
After speaking, he let out a deep sigh.
This incident happened too suddenly. In just a few days, what was a good partnership with the HDS Group now has to be settled in court.
Wen Xin furrowed her brows. She hadn't yet fully enjoyed the glory that the HDS Group brought, nor had she finished boasting to her friends, and they were already at odds. She spoke ruthlessly, "What does it have to do with our family if my cousin steals something? And what does it have to do with Uncle Han? Why drag Uncle Han into this!"
"I was the one who asked her to do it," Han Zaijing said stiffly.
