"You shithead! You—you dare hit me? Just you wait..."
Zhao Si got up from the ground, pointed at Lin Feng, and hurled a torrent of abuse at him before making a phone call.
Shortly afterward, a middle-aged man emerged from the elevator at the other end of the hallway. Upon seeing Zhao Si, he hurriedly asked, "Who hit you?"
"Him!" Zhao Si clutched his face, pointing at Lin Feng.
"Boss, it's not like that—"
"You, keep quiet!" Liu Fei'er tried to explain on Lin Feng's behalf. However, Qian Datong waved his hand, signaling Liu Fei'er to stop talking. He then strode up to Lin Feng, his gaze incredibly stern.
"My brother, was it you who hit him?" Qian Datong asked sharply.
"He asked me to hit him. I was just lending a hand," Lin Feng said, looking at Qian Datong, completely unfazed.
"Humph. So you're Lin Feng, a newcomer who's only been with the company for a few days. You dare to strike your immediate superior? Is there no law anymore?"
