Right hand extended in midair, Li Hannian spoke with a serious tone.
"I have your number. I'll have my assistant notify you about tomorrow's press conference."
Qiao Jiashang understood that the other party was seeking a reconciliation.
Withdrawing his right hand from his pocket, Qiao Jiashang solemnly raised it and grasped the man's hand before him.
The moment their fingers touched, Li Hannian's fingers suddenly tightened.
Qiao Jiashang was slightly startled, and while he was still puzzled, he saw the elegant and noble Li Hannian lower his voice.
"Let bygones be bygones, but if you dare have any improper thoughts about my wife in the future, I'll beat you till you're searching the ground for your teeth!"
The handsome face before him was domineering and assertive.
Li Hannian's dark, glossy eyes stared at him unwaveringly, all his emotions laid bare without any attempt to conceal them.
