Putting down the phone, Dan Hanjie slightly raised his head and glanced at Jin Chenye, a cold and fierce look in his eyes.
"It seems no one ever taught Mr. Jin that entering someone else's room requires knocking first."
"I also never knew that a person dead for three years could resurrect!" Jin Chenye's tall figure turned, and he paced toward Dan Hanjie.
Dan Hanjie's eyes narrowed as he looked at the confident Jin Chenye, sneering, "What nonsense are you talking about? If you have something to say, don't play riddles in front of me."
"What I'm saying, you should ask yourself. Yu Xiuzhun clearly didn't die three years ago. Why did you deceive everyone, even Ye Mingmei and Meimei? Don't you know how much Meimei wants a father?"
Jin Chenye stepped forward, reaching out to grab Dan Hanjie's collar, but before he could touch Dan Hanjie, his wrist was caught.
Dan Hanjie's eyes deepened, and he abruptly stood up from the chair, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes.
