Yan Chun Hua instinctively took a step backward.
"Jiang Yue, are you out of your mind?"
Her voice shrieked through the room.
She looked toward Luo Zhelan, almost desperately searching for someone who could stop this.
"President Luo, I came here because you invited me. Surely you won't allow this woman to aim a gun at me?"
For the first time since entering the room, Luo Zhelan looked directly at Yan Chun Hua.
His expression was completely indifferent.
"Allow?"
He leaned back against the sofa, his gaze shifting briefly toward Jiang Yue before returning to Yan Chun Hua.
"I'd even allow her to kill you if she wanted to."
Yan Chun Hua became even paler.
The last bit of hope in her expression disappeared.
And finally, she understood.
Luo Zhelan had never invited her here because he was interested in her.
He had brought her here for one reason.
So that Jiang Yue could take revenge on her.
And judging from the gun pointed at her, Luo Zhelan had no intention of interfering.
