Holding a threatful smirk on his lips, Feng Shufen took his seat on the leather chair, elegantly opening the button of his suit. "What do you think?" His voice, coming out all nonchalant at the man's sufferings.
"President Feng, haven't we signed a contract together then, why is it still happening all like this?" Unable to understand Feng Shufen's tone, Zheng Wenting asked to confirm. But Shufen didn't mind replying to him. Instead, he just stared at him as if enjoying his time.
Seeing the right time, Gao Fan stepped forward near Zheng Wenting. And under his curious gaze, moved his fingertips on the tablet screen to change the window to show something else, that was enough to clear the blurry picture of happenings to the man.
Zheng Wenting read the matter described and inside his chest, he felt his heart pounding. Pounding hard enough to scare him. "President Feng, this … this is not right. We were clearly working on it. This is false. Believe me!"
