Ye Luo glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Qin Shu's two small canine teeth, shining brightly. "..."
Qin Shu asked tentatively, "I'll give you a chance to show off. Are you interested?"
Ye Luo clenched his fists. "Young Madam, who are you going to beat up?"
"You'll know when you get there."
The corners of Qin Shu's mouth curled up, and a terrifying light flashed across her eyes.
On the road-
Ye Luo felt that it was necessary to inform Sir, so he took out his phone and sent a text message while driving. Then, he sent the text to Sir. The content was simple and clear, and rather violent.
At this moment, in the conference room-
Fu Tingyu's slender figure was sitting at the head seat of the conference room. His elbow rested on the table, his slender fingers propping up his chin. He held a pen in his other hand. The pen cap was still on.
He listened as Shi Yan explained the main content of the meeting.
