Tong Yan didn't fast-forward through the press conference; she watched the whole event, her body unconsciously trembling, a reflex when fear overtakes a person.
"What do we do, Sister Yan Yan?" The young assistant was also terrified. Earlier, under Tong Yan's instigation, she had deliberately knocked Shen Jianian's phone to the ground.
Recalling Shen Jianian's reaction then, it was clear she did it on purpose. In case Shen Jianian decided to settle accounts with her... she couldn't imagine what the consequences would be.
At noon in the summer, the air was blistering like fire, scorching her face and body. Cold sweat formed on Tong Yan's back, soaking the clothes she wore.
Her face was expressionless, as she handed the phone back to her young assistant.
What to do, what to do, how would she know what to do?
How could she have anticipated that Shen Jianian was the girlfriend of the president of Junshan Group.
