Chuzheng and Xi Jing were chatting, and time flew by when Chuzheng suddenly felt something was amiss. Even if Peng Wenchao were working overtime, he shouldn't be doing it alone, right?
The people who were with Peng Wenchao just came out; why hasn't he come out yet?
"Go to sleep early, I'm hanging up." Chuzheng said to the person on the other end, didn't wait for a response, and directly hung up the phone, opened the car door, got out, and headed straight for the floor where Peng Wenchao was.
At this time, all the employees had already gone home, and the entire floor seemed quiet.
Bam—
Something fell in the office far away.
Chuzheng sprinted over in a few steps, and kicked the office door open.
Peng Wenchao was being pressed onto the table, face towards the door, with bloodshot eyes wide open, filled with despair and fear.
The person holding Peng Wenchao was surprised when someone suddenly barged in, and then increased their grip around Peng Wenchao's neck, trying to kill him.
