If Shi Yihan won't do it, then look for Song Qinghuan.

"Qianqian, don't cry..." Shi Annuo coached, his lips close to her ear, creating a small echo, "Good girl! I will always be with you."

Han Qianqian didn't even know how long she had been crying, until she gradually stopped when her tears were all spent.

Shi Annuo sat silently on the sofa, holding her for a long time in the same position, neither of them breaking the silence of the moment.

Until the sound of a phone ringing broke the silence.

Han Qianqian picked up the phone, not sure what the person on the other end said, she abruptly stood up: "No, how is that possible?"

Shi Annuo had been looking at her tensely all the while, and as soon as she hung up the phone, he immediately asked, "What happened? What's wrong?"

With a flame of anger and resentment in her eyes, Han Qianqian closed her eyes momentarily before saying, "That bastard is at the company's headquarters today, and he demanded Uncle Zhao to produce the financial books of the company for the past few years."