Mr. Han wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, "It's still Mr. Lu who's thoughtful."
Lu Lingxiao ignored him and turned his head to look at Fan Ying.
Mr. Han instantly understood what Lu Lingxiao meant. He nervously glanced at his wife sitting next to him and finally had to express his stance. He said to Fan Ying, who was standing to the side, "Fan Ying, come and apologize to Mr. Lu."
Fan Ying was not originally from this circle, and she carried a fearless attitude of a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger.
She was completely unaware; she thought she could do as she pleased by relying on Mr. Han's affection for her.
But in front of Lu Lingxiao, Mr. Han was like an ant.
If Lu Lingxiao got angry, just a slight movement of his finger could leave Mr. Han unable to protect himself, let alone her.
Fan Ying stood still, and if Mrs. Han were not sitting there, she would surely have acted spoiled and refused.
But now Mrs. Han was glaring at her, leaving her no room to act.
