October 16, 2015.
It was not an ordinary day for Lingyu Technology.
"What is going on? Tell me what is going on!" Ling Zhongtian clung on to Qian Haiming's collar as he roared out with bloodshot eyes.
Qian Haiming's mouth twitched, but he couldn't say a word.
"Boss, please, please calm down. Our programmers are fixing the server. I have also called the police, the deputy assured me that he would quickly..."
"Quickly my *ss!"
Ling Zhongtian pushed Qian Haiming away as he breathed heavily. He used one hand to hold onto the table, while the other trembling hand pulled out a drawer and he grabbed his cardiac medication.
His shaking fingers took several tries before twisting open the cap.
Finally pouring a few capsules into his hand, Ling Zhongtian stuffed the medication in his mouth and chugged down some water with it.
