Ming Zhen's expression was somewhat unsightly.
Quan Yu's appearance just as she was speaking recklessly had already made her feel guilty. Now, hearing his ambiguously accusatory question, she was momentarily at a loss for how to respond.
The young man sat there, legs crossed, elbows resting on the armrests of the plush chair, his hands clasped lightly on his lap, fully embodying the air of a top executive.
Ming Zhen pursed her lips, her earlier overbearing aura completely gone.
She held a degree of awe for this man who had taken control of Ruiyin less than five years prior.
To have defeated his elder brother and seized power under completely unfavorable circumstances was enough to demonstrate his shrewdness and methods.
Ming Zhen glanced at Lai Yang, concealing the resentment in her eyes. She naturally interpreted Quan Yu's actions as him standing up for his recently bullied niece.
As she retracted her gaze, her sharp eyes swept over Ning Guiwan.
