Yan Zhengxiong said angrily, and threw a newspaper forcefully at Chi Wen's face.
Chi Wen couldn't care less about the pain and immediately picked up the newspaper.
It was an entertainment magazine, and the headline photo was of Song Yinyin and Yan Kejun drinking coffee together.
"Is this what you meant by finding a scapegoat? Do you dare to mess with Kejun too?!"
Chi Wen was terrified and quickly prostrated on the ground, not daring to lift her head: "Please, boss, calm down, I, I didn't think of using Mr. Yan, I just, just thought..."
"Shut up!"
Yan Zhengxiong was so angry his beard puffed up and his eyes bulged, his face grim.
He gripped his cane angrily, stomping the floor with a clanging sound, somewhat unsettling.
Chi Wen stuttered: "I, I can explain, boss, at that time I had someone put a mosaic over Mr. Yan's face, but I don't know what happened, the photographer then sold the photo to others, hence..."
