Xun Meilin jumped together with him.
Damn, that huge bang—Jun Ye was definitely furious.
Cold sweat seeped out on the tip of Shen Jiayin's nose as she watched Jun Ye's hand, the one that had just slammed the desk, point straight at her.
"I've told you more than once, Shen Jiayin. If you dare do anything that sends my brother over the edge, don't blame me for being ruthless."
The icy voice was like a knife, as if it could peel her right down to the bone.
What scared Shen Jiayin wasn't his anger, but that sharp, blade-like gaze, as if the moment he stepped into her office, he had already seen right through her.
It was really hard to imagine how the people around this man got along with him. Bad temper, looking at people like he wanted to gnaw their bones—he was like a machine: cold, bloodless, cruel, vicious.
