The curly-haired woman's words deeply disgusted Chen Feng.
"This is no place for you to speak. Please be quiet and handle your own affairs, okay?"
Chen Feng glanced at the curly-haired woman.
The curly-haired woman changed her expression after hearing Chen Feng's words. "Brother, can't you take a joke? Okay, then, do whatever you want. After all, I won't be the one who suffers."
Chen Feng really wanted to slap this woman, but he held back so as not to come off as violent in front of Dian Dian.
"Sir, please leave now and come back when you have thought things through. I need to attend to President Zhao first."
Tan Yan said calmly.
"Don't you understand what I'm saying? Today, if you can't give me a reasonable explanation, I fear you might lose your job."
Chen Feng said lightly.
He, Chen Feng, was not a person who started trouble out of nothing.
But he absolutely wouldn't tolerate being ridiculed like this.
