"What's going on?"
The director Li Erbao, who usually called me brother, is said to be promoted to deputy director at the end of this year. We just had drinks, dinner, and sang songs together a few days ago. Why the heck did he suddenly turn his back on me?
Suddenly, he realized that Lin Hai just took a phone call and the other party immediately hung up.
Isn't this guy just a security guard?
Could it be he's not really a security guard?
Maybe he's slightly connected, so Li Erbao doesn't want to stir up trouble?
Yes, that must be it.
"Don't, don't come over."
Seeing Lin Hai's huge fists, Zhao Diao swallowed hard, thinking about his own frail, pleasure-seeking body—if he actually took a punch, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"You, you wouldn't dare let me make another call, would you?" Zhao Diao asked stupidly.
"No problem!" Lin Hai said with a smile, handing over his phone, much to Zhao Diao's surprise.
