The sender line read: Ms. Jiang. Fu Hangchen knew what it was the moment he saw it. His gaze turned glacial, as if coated in a layer of frost. “Hangchen, what’s this…?” Lin Xiran, still seated, leaned forward on the armrest of her chair, feigning casual concern. “You can go now,” Fu Hangchen cut her off, his tone colder than she had ever heard it. In front of Sun Ting, her composure faltered. But