The blood drained from Xiang Wan’s face. “I wouldn’t dare.” She scrambled to her feet, but her legs, numb from kneeling for so long, gave way. He Hanchuan caught her, his arm shooting out to steady her before she could fall. The subtle scent of his cologne washed over her, and Xiang Wan hastily took a few steps forward, pulling herself from his steadying grasp. “Thank you, Mr. He.” “Hn.” He Hanchu