Ye Qingqing's remarkably assertive words, not only surprised those around her, but also warmed Chen Feng's heart.
Zhao Jian was pale and bitter and simply tore off the mask: "I didn't say anything wrong, your husband is just a waste, a waste that live on a woman isn't worthy of you, and now he needs a woman to defend him, how disgraceful."
Slap.
Ye Qingqing directly stepped forward and slapped Zhao Jian's face.
Zhao Jian was stunned by the slap, and other employees didn't dare to breathe, realizing that their president was really angry.
"Zhao Jian, I didn't expect you, a PR manager, to speak so lowly, I'm disappointed."
Ye Qingqing sneered.
"You bitch, how dare you hit me, I..."
Thud.
Chen Feng raised his foot and kicked Zhao Jian directly, sending him flying.
Zhao Jian flew more than ten meters and hit a pillar in the center of the hall, spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.
Whoosh.
The whole place was shocked and people were in pins and needles.
