"Mr. Jie, you're alright..."
"Bang—"
Before Yao could finish his sentence, Dan Hanjie had slammed his phone hard onto the ground, turned around, and punched Yao in the face.
"Who told you to take it upon yourself to call her!"
Dan Hanjie, unable to contain his anger, grabbed Yao by the collar, his enchanting eyes seeming to contain an uncontrollable fury, driving one mad.
"..."
Blood seeped from the corner of Yao's mouth, but he didn't make a sound.
Dan Hanjie just glanced at him, flung him aside, turned and fiercely glared at Dan Rong, wishing he could shoot him dead. Remembering Qin Youxuan, he clenched his teeth hard and held back.
Clenching his fist, he turned and strode away.
As soon as he stepped out of the reception room, the phone in his pocket rang.
Seeing the caller ID, Dan Hanjie's eyes tightened, and he hung up the call.
Just as he got into the car, Qin Youxuan's call came through again.