Watching the boss's demeanor, the underlings nearby didn't dare to make a sound. Ye Qiu picked up a bowl of soup from the table and poured it directly onto Boss Han's face.
The hot soup mixed with the blood flowing from his head, seeping onto his face and neck, making Boss Han even more uncomfortable.
However, Ye Qiu didn't feel the slightest bit sorry for this kind of person.
He knew most people were greedy, but it was the first time he encountered someone as greedy as Boss Han.
Without spending a cent, he wanted to buy shares, then wanted a fifty percent stake, and now wanted an eighty percent stake.
Who would do such a thing?
If it weren't for him, others might have been driven to jump off a building.
Ye Qiu couldn't help but kick the opponent again.
Boss Han couldn't get up, and Ye Qiu didn't let him.
After some time, Boss Han's phone in his pocket started ringing. It kept ringing, but he didn't take it out to answer.
