Concussion?
OK, I understand!
Feng Yangchu, this useless old man, wouldn’t he get a concussion after just a few punches?
Two kicks, even more serious ones wouldn’t be a problem!
The secretary understood what was going on. He executed the subtle hint very quickly --
He secretly reached out to pick up a chair and stood behind Feng Yangchu, ready to smash it!
Hehe, anyway, if he fainted, he could just say that the old man fell down because his legs were weak. Wouldn’t that be enough?
For an old man like him who had no children or family, there was no way to reason with him!
And then, he took the opportunity to snatch Gu Qi’s file bag..
It was simply killing two birds with one stone.
“Bang -- !”
A muffled sound.
The chair fell to the ground.
The secretary watched in shock. The chair in his hand slipped down, but it did not even touch the corner of Feng Yangchu’s clothes.
