He leaned back into the black leather president's seat with all his weight.
"I order you to get Ming Mei out!"
The blue veins on han boming's forehead were obvious, and the continuous blows had already made his hair turn white.
He was old.
Yet, he still tried to bring up the hostility of the pugilistic world that he dared to fight and risk his life in his youth.
He wanted to intimidate others.
"You're ordering me?"
Lin Hanxing, who was leaning against the door of the lounge, smirked.
It was full of sarcasm.
Lin Hanxing pondered these two words in a playful tone as she walked to Lei Xiao's side and took a sip of the black coffee on his table.
The bitter taste in his mouth refreshed his mind.
"Chairman han, what right do you have to order me around?"
Lin Hanxing's cold eyes swept over han boming, and the latter felt a bone-chilling coldness spreading from his back.
He couldn't speak for a long time!
