Yan Ting suddenly stood up from his office chair, his deep and stormy gaze boring into her.
As if he wanted to see right through her soul.
Lin Banxia's breathing grew even more strained, her beautiful eyes darting around erratically.
"You better come clean with me. What's your relationship with Leng Weichen, exactly?" The man bit out each word, his towering figure imposing as he advanced toward her.
Lin Banxia froze completely, like a deer in headlights. When she heard Leng Weichen's name, her guilt made her instinctively lift her head, only to meet the man's dangerous and furious eyes, her heart sinking.
"Honey, what are you trying to say? I don't have any kind of relationship with Leng Weichen!" Lin Banxia's lips trembled as she tried hard to prove her innocence.
"No relationship at all? Then what's this?" Yan Ting's face darkened further. He turned, strode to the desk, pulled out an iPad, and slammed it down on the table in front of her.
