"What happened?" Ye Huan frowned, trying to lift her up, but repeatedly failed.
"Can you... can you promise me first?"
"I'm begging you, I'm really begging you!"
Tang Yao remained kneeling, refusing to rise.
"What exactly is going on?" Ye Huan asked, his voice steady.
"You..." Tang Yao was sobbing uncontrollably: "Can you... can you let the president reinstate Xie Yongqiang and his son to their original positions, just for a few days? Once I've resolved my issue, they can be fired again, okay, I'm begging you!"
Ye Huan frowned even deeper and asked, "What exactly happened? Tell me, maybe I can help you."
"No need... no need, just help me with this, okay?" Tang Yao's eyes shimmered with tears, her makeup ruined, looking pitifully helpless.
It's no exaggeration to say that no man could see her like this without feeling heartache.
But Brother Huan...
