This is bloody hell! We're in for a disaster!
Zhang Tezhu thought as he turned to glance at Han Jingnian nearby, seeing the man frowning deeply with a cold expression that seemed like he was about to get angry at any moment.
Could President Han possibly have a go at Qin Shujian?
Zhang Tezhu, frightened by the icy gaze of Han Jingnian, his heart shuddered. Hastily, he pulled his gaze away and from the corner of his eye, he saw Qin Shujian had already approached him. His hands shook abruptly. As he muttered to himself, "This is bad", Qin Shujian had already passed his seat and made her way to Han Jingnian.
Zhang Tezhu distinctly felt the surrounding pressure plummet in an instant. He held his breath, and covertly glanced at Han Jingnian again, seeing the man's lips firmly pressed together, his gaze seemingly sharp as knives, fixed on Qin Shujian.