The Deputy Governor ran his other hand, always empty, twice through the hair on his forehead, his movements gentle.
But the next second, he suddenly flicked the cigarette in his hand toward the Director and at the same time threw the ashtray beside him as well.
The Director didn't dare dodge, he just held his head and took the hit from the ashtray.
The ashtray fell to the ground, making a clear crashing sound, and outside the door, the housekeeper's voice sounded at the right moment, "Sir, do you need me to come in?"
The Deputy Governor's housekeeper stood at the door asking.
The Deputy Governor shrugged his shoulders, letting the sleeves that were lifted by the sudden large movement fall back down, "No need, I'll call you if I need you."
He finished saying this and looked at the Director, "And then?"
Just now, the ashtray hit him directly on the arm, and fortunately, he raised his hands, otherwise, this one hit could have smashed his head open.
