Zhijin...the mont her gaze fell onto these two words, the smile on Song Youman’s face froze.
From the mont Mrs. Han spoke, Song Youman had heard Han Zhijin’s familiar voice: "I’m here, great-grandmother."
Next, a path was made in the crowd, and Han Zhijin swiftly walked to Mrs. Han’s side. Then, helping Mrs. Han, he made his way through the crowd.
In the more than a month they had not t, Han Zhijin had lost a lot of weight and his skin had darkened... compared to his previously pampered self, he now exuded maturity and stability, making him appear even more attractive.
From the mont Han Zhijin saw Song Youman, his gaze was firmly locked onto her face. They stared silently at each other for quite so ti until Han Zhijin and Mrs. Han stood still; then his gaze shifted downward, eventually landing on Song Youman’s hand which was interlocked with He Che’s arm.
Han Zhijin’s intense gaze caused Song Youman’s fingertips to tremble ever so slightly; she subconsciously wanted to let go of He Che’s arm, but, thinking of Xia Wan’an, she instinctively refrained from retracting her hand.
He Che, who remained oblivious to Song Youman’s unease, replied to her casual and familiar words with a gentle and affectionate smile: "Hmm, I was worried about the child in your stomach. That’s why I ca to accompany you."
Hearing He Che’s words, Song Youman quickly withdrew her gaze from Han Zhijin. She looked up at He Che for a mont, gave him a smile, then remained still with a fixed curve at the corners of her lips, standing rigidly by He Che’s side without reacting.
Watching Song Youman exchange smiles with He Che, Han Zhijin felt as if his heart was squeezed rcilessly, causing a throbbing pain.
Mrs. Han, previously the leader of Han Family’s enterprise, was highly respected among those present. So, her arrival naturally drew everyone to greet her. In response to everyone’s greetings, Mrs. Han appeared benevolent, responding with a nod and cheerful smile - all except when Chi Mu greeted her. Here, Mrs. Han coldly ignored him and instead turned to look directly at Chi Yao.
Facing Mrs. Han’s gaze, Chi Yao imdiately stepped forward, respectfully saying, "Madam, why have you co here?"
Mrs. Han snorted coldly, "If I didn’t co, I fear it would be like having snow in June and playing out the injustice of Dou E’s grievance here!"
Chi Yao quickly had soone bring a chair for Mrs. Han to sit while trying to appease her with a smile, "Madam, you’re over-exaggerating. It’s not as serious as that, the misunderstanding has been resolved...it was a misunderstanding..."
Without refusing, Mrs. Han authoritatively sat on the chair. After taking a sip from the cup of tea brought by Chi Yao, she finally spoke, "It’s resolved, huh?...That’s good, now tell , how did the video abruptly get onto the big screen?"
"About that..." Chi Yao hesitated before saying, "It was a staff’s mistake, I will severely punish them later..."
Mrs. Han placed the lid back onto the tea cup; the sound resonated clearly.
She didn’t speak, but her silent pressure was imnse, pressuring Chi Yao into hurriedly saying, "I’ll punish them right now..."
As he was about to call over the staff responsible for the equipnt,
Before he could even say a word, Mrs. Han slamd her tea cup onto the ground, "Chi Yao, are you mistaking my old age for senility?!"
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