In the chief designer's office, the man braced his hands on the edge of the table, an air of fury pressing against his chest, anger reaching its peak, his eyes tinged red with rage. Stupid woman!
Lu Feng pushed the door open and saw the man in an uncontrollable rage, quickly retreating back.
It must be the wrong way he opened the door. He calmed down for two seconds, then pushed the door open again. Inside, the man was already sitting back in his chair indifferently, his expression slightly restrained, showing no sign of anger.
But this demeanor made him feel even more like walking on thin ice.
"BOSS, what you asked me to investigate, I've found some clues." Lu Feng's expression was serious, unlike his usual casual demeanor.
Late last night, Leng Youchen called him, asking him to investigate something. He stayed up all night, finally uncovering the matter entrusted to him by the BOSS, not daring to blink his eyes, rushing to report.
Leng Youchen glanced coldly at him, "Speak."
