Lu Qing was in the meeting room, listening to the managers report on the year's financial statements. For some reason, his chest felt tight, and his heart even started pounding wildly.
He clutched his chest, raised his hand, and the manager giving the report paused, looking at him with some confusion.
At that moment, his phone rang. Lu Qing answered, and his face instantly dropped to a freezing cold expression!
Before the executives could react, he suddenly stood up and quickly strode out!
When he arrived home, Qin Miaomiao saw him and immediately rushed forward to embrace him, speaking softly:
"The boss suffered a minor injury. Someone sent a flour bomb. Luckily, the power wasn't too strong; otherwise, all of us would probably be dead from the explosion."
Lu Qing's face was extremely grim. He lightly patted her shoulder and stepped forward, only to see the entire living room covered in flour, a total mess.
