Private villa.
Dan Hanjie's towering figure sank into the sofa; with one hand resting on the back cushion, he raised an eyebrow, looking at the documents in front of him.
"Who did you say sent you with these?" Dan Hanjie's lips parted slightly, enunciating each word with a deadly calm.
"It's, Miss Qin..."
"Bang——"
Dan Hanjie kicked the glass coffee table, producing a loud crash.
Shooting up from his seat, he stretched out his hand to grab the lawyer by the collar, his enchanting face exuding a chilling menace, "What did you just call her?"
"Mrs. Dan, it was a slip of the tongue, Mr. Jie, please quell your anger." The lawyer hurriedly apologized, his forehead covered in a cold sweat, wishing he could grab his briefcase and run for it.
He had never seen such a job, delivering money, where you still got beaten up.
"Mrs. Dan said, all these belong to Mr. Jie, and she hopes they can be returned to him."
"Hiss——"
