C199 Every Word Was a Stab to the Heart!

Ann Xinyuan felt a deep chill.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Faang!" she apologized to Faang Han with a profound bow, yet it did little to alleviate the guilt weighing on her heart.

Just then, a portly man with large ears emerged from the restroom.

Wobbling like a squat winter melon, this was none other than Pann Shengji, the renowned director from Yanjing