"Yang Jian is a madman. You actually asked me to handle public relations with a madman? I noticed his eyes just now. There was no emotion belonging to a living person left in them."
He Yuelian rubbed the bruises on her neck, staring coldly at Boss He. She was in a terrible mood. When had she ever suffered such humiliation in her life?
Just moments ago, Yang Jian had nearly strangled her to death with his bare hands, and no one could have saved her.
"He seemed very interested in your appearance," Zheng Yijing said first from the side.
He Yuelian said, "Everyone is interested in my appearance."
"No, perhaps you did not hear what Yang Jian said just now. He said that you had a face you should not have. That this face should not appear on a living person. Think carefully about those words, then consider Yang Jian's reaction when he saw you. His first response was not amazement or surprise. He attacked you directly."
Zheng Yijing said, "A top figure in the supernatural circle would not attack an ordinary person for no reason. So I can conclude that Yang Jian has seen you before. More precisely, he has seen someone who looked exactly like you. And that person was very dangerous—perhaps even Yang Jian's enemy."
"That is the only way to explain why he attacked the instant he saw you. He wanted to strike first and kill you."
He Yuelian's eyes flickered. She was a smart woman and immediately understood. "So after attacking, he discovered that I was not that person. That was why Yang Jian did not kill me, but kept me alive to figure out the reason behind this?"
"Yes, exactly," Zheng Yijing said.
"Even if there are two people in this world who look