Jiang Xinyu's forehead twitched slightly; she was genuinely suspicious of Han Xiangjun's judgment. What kind of extraordinary person was this?
She decided not to get involved. Old Yang should be coming over soon anyway.
So she simply lowered her head and continued to look at the accounts; her schedule was extremely tight. She had no energy to care about Han Xiangjun's troublesome affairs.
But as she thought this, the woman—none other than Dong Xiaoyan—was not having it. She had given birth to this child and felt emboldened by it. Han Xiangjun, after all these years, had never had another child since then.
Now, the child she bore was Han Xiangjun's daughter.
"Speak up, where did Han Xiangjun go?"
Listening to this aggressive voice was truly grating on her ears.
She checked the time; there was still a little while before Old Yang arrived, so she had to endure it. It was truly an unexpected disaster, being yelled at like this.
