This kind of disregard made Feng Mianmian feel angry, but she didn't dare to show it.

Ji Hanchuan was the only one left in the box.

He was interrupted midway, and before he could finish what he wanted to say, he was in a bad mood. He sat down on the mahogany chair with his long legs crossed, feeling a strong sense of oppression.

Ji Hanchuan's eyes were cold and he said, "In half an hour, I will have someone send you abroad."

Feng Mianmian's almond-shaped eyes ...