CLAP, CLAP, CLAP— Si Yuhuan walked over, clapping his hands with a cold, mocking smile.
"Such a touching confession from President Fu," he said. "It truly moves one's heart."
His voice dripped with a sarcasm that Jian Xi found grating.
Fu Shengyuan curled his lips, maintaining his gentlemanly poise with indifference. "Just speaking the truth. Does Director Si also have a habit of eavesdropping?"
"You were speaking so loudly, I'd have to be deaf not to hear."
It was the first time Jian Xi had seen Si Yuhuan confront someone so directly. His words were sharp and biting, like those of a wild beast, as if he wanted to tear Fu Shengyuan to pieces.
As she hesitated, wondering if she should help Fu Shengyuan out of this predicament, Si Yuhuan came over and took her hand. "Don't listen to that scoundrel's words," he warned. "You might be devoured, bones and all."
