"Old Shen, did you eat gunpowder today? You're snapping at everyone you see?"
Shen Feihu had his sleeves rolled up to his arms, pacing back and forth in the office, venting his anger for ages but still fuming.
"Old Shen, stop pacing. You're making me dizzy. If you have something to say, just spit it out. Whoever pissed you off, just scold them directly, no need for indiscriminate attacks."
Hell, that mouth of his is like a machine gun, mowing down everyone in its path.
Shen Feihu stopped and slammed his fist hard on the desk.
Liang Ximing was startled, "What's wrong with you?"
"Xu Qigang, that bastard, he actually wants to resign."
"What?" Now Liang Ximing couldn't stay calm, even more anxious than Shen Feihu, "You... are you serious?"
