Han Yan was still crying like a torrential downpour, looking at him with a face full of sorrow: "I know, I know you like Keke. She's so young and beautiful, which man wouldn't like her? But she's still so young, how can you bear to lay a hand on her? Gu Qianxi, you're the head of the institution, you can't do such despicable things."
Gu Qianxi crossed his arms over his chest, looking at the despairing middle-aged socialite in front of him, let out a cold laugh: "Mrs. Han, based on what you're saying, it seems like I really did something shameful to Keke?"
"Didn't you? I don't believe it. My daughter is still young, she doesn't understand what love is. So please let her go and give her a new life. I can compensate you with money." At this moment, Han Yan finally remembered that she was wealthy.
Gu Qianxi found her absolutely ridiculous.
"Do I look like someone who needs money?"
Gu Qianxi said coldly: "Mrs. Han, if you keep defaming my character like this, I can sue you."
