"Bring people here." Han zixie said faintly.

"Yes." the other party directly ordered the outside to bring people in with a mobile phone.

A moment later, yuan Mengtian walked gingerly into the greenhouse of Hanyuan garden. In the greenhouse, it was warm and beautiful flowers were blooming. The noble and elegant man was sitting in a chair with a book on his knee. Everything made yuan Mengtian feel like a separated world.

I still remember when she first came to Hanyuan, Han zixie also sat and looked at the book.

"Mr. Han, i... I didn't think you wanted to see me. I... know there are many bad comments about me on the Internet. I was framed, really. Mr. Han, as long as you give me another chance, no matter what I'm asked to do!" yuan Mengtian said incoherently.

In just a few months, she can be said to have experienced the biggest changes in her life. Her father fell down, she was dropped out of school and found pregnant. Although she had a miscarriage, she broke up with Qi Bin. Those who once flattered her will now only point out to her and even throw stones at her.

Although Chenxing is still shooting her novel the voice of the wind, Chenxing is deliberately hiding her and has no job for her. If she leaves Chenxing, I'm afraid no one will use her in the film and television circle because of her current situation.

Therefore, at the moment, yuan Mengtian feels that this may be her last chance. She wants to quickly curry favor with Han zixie and change her current bad situation.

But what disappointed her was that Han zixie looked up faintly. The cold eyes looked at her, but the eyes were so cold that they seemed to penetrate her.

"Did you really write this book?" as his voice fell, the book he had put on his knee fell in front of her.

Yuan Mengtian fixed her eyes on the book the voice of the wind. She immediately trembled and her face was pale.

"This book... Of course I wrote it." yuan Mengtian's voice trembled. Why... This book again? If she had not published Qin Sitong's book as her own, maybe there would be no Jun Jisheng against the yuan family for Qin Sitong.

On the one hand, yuan Mengtian hates Qin Sitong, but on the other hand, she also regrets what she did in those years.

"Did you write it? Every word and sentence in the book? You thought it out by yourself. Has no one mentioned anything to you?" Han Zixi asked sternly.

Yuan Mengtian was frightened by Han zixie's voice. All of a sudden, she softened and sat on the ground.

Then, one after another was brought into Hanyuan. Among these people, there were former servants of the yuan family, class teachers of yuan Mengtian and Qin Sitong in high school, friends made with yuan Mengtian in high school, and the editor in charge of the publication of the voice of the wind.

As soon as yuan Mengtian saw these people, he suddenly clicked in his heart. He knew that Han zixie was going to thoroughly investigate this matter today.

Among those who were brought in, after learning that Han zixie was going to ask about the novel of that year, the head teachers and high school students who had ridiculed Qin Sitong for this turned pale.