Chu Xinian gazed intently at the screen inside the car, his emotions complex as he furrowed his brow.
Rationally, he knew the assistant's suggestion was correct, but emotionally he couldn't tolerate Qin Yiren being bullied in any way.
Meanwhile, in the conference room.
Everyone held their breath, eagerly anticipating Qin Yiren's response, while Qin Yiren's eyes were fixed firmly on the man a few meters away.
The hand resting on her knee clenched into a fist, her slender fingertips pressing hard into her palm, yet she still struggled to control the slight tremor.
Whether now or before, the camera kept switching between the tablet and her, so apart from her and the staff on site, people in the live broadcast couldn't see her perspective and didn't understand why she suddenly froze, making various speculations and hastily explaining it as a sign of guilt.
However, only Qin Yiren understood that her behavior was not out of guilt, but extreme panic and helplessness.
