"Knock, knock, knock." At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Shao Ying threw down the photos, raised her head coldly, and said, "Come in."
The door opened. The person who entered was a tall and thin middle-aged man in his forties. He wore a formal suit and combed his hair meticulously. He looked like a senior executive of the company, but he had a hooked nose and slanted eyes, and the centipede-like scar on his head made him look like a bandit. Feng Kun was forty-two years old and had served in the army. He had worked for the Shao family since he was in his early twenties. He was an old employee of the Shao family and one of Shao Ying's confidantes.
"Miss, I heard you were looking for me," Feng Kun walked to the desk and asked respectfully. When he entered, he noticed the broken vase, the broken phone, and the blood on Shao Ying's hand. Therefore, his tone was much more cautious when he spoke.
