"There's no room for you here; if there's nothing else, you should go back," Qin Youxuan retorted firmly, with an unyielding neck.
"That goes for you, Mr. Jin. If there's nothing else, you should go back. My wife here, naturally, I will take care of her," Dan Hanjie said assertively, passing Qin Youxuan's words to Jin Chenye.
"..."
Jin Chenye's body stiffened as he stood there, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.
The atmosphere was indescribably awkward.
Just as Qin Youxuan was about to speak and explain, Dan Hanjie covered her mouth.
"If I remember correctly, the farm issue won't be resolved so quickly, and the most urgent matter should be the Ye Group's restaurants. Now the group has only Ye Mingmei left, are you sure she can handle those voracious reporters?"
Dan Hanjie dropped his words lightly but with weight, his enchanting eyes fixed on Jin Chenye.
His gaze was sharp.
Before Jin Chenye could reply, the mobile phone in his pocket rang.
