In that instant, Feng Xuhui felt countless gazes, as if they were going to cut him into a thousand pieces.
Zheng Ren directly ignored everyone and pushed Feng Xuhui into the chair. He turned around and went into the room to participate in the morning shift.
Feng Xuhui felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles. This was how Feng Xuhui felt.
That red folding chair seemed to have nails in the poor quality sponge. He sat on it with his butt. The old injury on his left leg was starting to hurt, and it was faintly painful.
Under normal circumstances, others would sit while Feng Xuhui stood.
But now, he was sitting while others stood... This huge difference... Feng Xuhui did not feel proud or arrogant. Instead, he felt uneasy and almost collapsed.
What was going on? Would he offend many chief directors and bring a bad influence to the company?
Countless thoughts made Feng Xuhui's heart palpitate with anxiety.
