As he walked briskly past, the wind swept up by his movement felt as sharp as a knife gracing across one's face.
Looking at the striking crimson bloodstain on his pale, powerful palm, the company's staff members were instantly petrified.
Not daring to breathe loudly, protecting their breaths, they didn't even dare let out the slightest sound.
Di Mingjue's notorious temper was well known, and who would dare provoke him at this time?
Moreover, the aura around him was extremely cold and severe.
In the entire company, only Lan Feng dared to follow behind him with trepidation.
Di Mingjue's heart was indeed unable to contain the raging anger, churning like turbulent waters, causing his eyes to burn with blood-red fury, devoid of reason.
To be honest, he still felt very confused right now, exceptionally confused.
He didn't know what he had done wrong.
He had merely asked Gu Qibao for her phone's passcode, and that warranted such a furious reaction from her?
