How could Director Luo pinpoint Feng Jun's issue? He was merely borrowing the Yu Family's "tiger skin."
Anyway, with the "tiger skin" on his back, he was fearless, so he sneered, "You know what the problem is."
Feng Jun fell silent and then took out a cigarette to light up, "Actually... I know you're taking the thunder for someone else."
Director Luo said nothing, and Yu Qingzhu stayed quiet as well, both deep in their thoughts.
Just then, a young greeter came over and spoke softly, "Brother... I'm sorry, but you can't smoke in the hall."
"Brother will leave soon," Feng Jun smiled at her and then glanced at Director Luo, his face cold, "Have you thought it over?"
Director Luo looked at him, his eyes flickered, "Thought over what?"
"Thought over the price of being a scapegoat," Feng Jun smiled, stood up, "It might be more than you can afford."
After he finished speaking, he turned and walked away, with the young greeter closely following.
