Seeing how angry Li Jingran was, the Butler realized the seriousness of the matter. That night, he brought Zhao Zixuan to the Li family.
The villa was brightly lit. The servants had already gone to bed.
The Butler brought him to the study on the second floor and said in a low voice, "Director Li, he's here."
Li Jingran stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. His eyes were dark. "Okay, you can go out first."
The Butler walked out quietly. Zhao Zixuan was a little impatient. "Why did you bring me here in the middle of the night?"
"What did you do to Xu Wanwan today?" Li Jingran's eyes were terrifyingly cold as he stared into Zhao Zixuan's eyes.
Under such a powerful aura, Zhao Zixuan couldn't help but panic.
He forced himself to answer, "I didn't do anything. Why are you saying that I did?"
The viciousness in Li Jingran's eyes became more and more obvious. He narrowed his eyes, and his whole body was filled with danger.