"Hanjue?"
He Qingping stood up from the sofa in shock, looking at Zhan Hanjue with both grievance and surprise.
Ye Ningwan also didn't expect Zhan Hanjue to hear their conversation. She calmly stood up and walked to his side.
"Why did you come down? I can handle it here."
The person was brought in by her, so naturally, she should handle it well.
Zhan Hanjue patted her hand and said to He Qingping, "Ms. He, what Wanwan means is what I mean. If there's anything you still don't understand, feel free to tell me."
He Qingping's eyes welled up with tears, and she choked with grievance, "Hanjue, I know I've wronged you. I also know it was that person's fault that your father died. I wasn't aware of the situation before. If I had known earlier, I would have already divorced him. I hope you can forgive me."
