Jiang Wenhui realized Jiang Wenhui had misunderstood her and wanted to explain, "Jing Heng, I really didn't know, that was arranged by my friend; since you knew, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
She showed some urgency on her face, "If my actions caused harm to Mu Chen, I truly couldn't absolve myself even with a million deaths."
Jiang Jingheng lost his patience, and said coldly, "Get out!"
"Jing Heng..." Jiang Wenhui wanted to say something more, but faced with Jiang Jingheng's cold expression, she paused and said, "I'm sorry." She turned and left.
The door closed, and the room fell into silence.
Jiang Jingheng leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes, massaging his brow with a somber expression; he looked particularly troubled.
Lian Jun pushed the door open, ready to report work to Jiang Jingheng, but noticed his demeanor was off.
He lowered his voice, saying, "Young master, there's a video conference with the UK side in five minutes; here are the materials."
