Ma Haoran's face turned shades of green and red, looking unspeakably ugly.
He had just brazenly claimed that if Han Xiaoxiao and her team's project got approved, he would chop off his own head and use it as a soccer ball.
To his dismay, Tang Feng immediately announced the project had passed.
It was like a slap to his face—a fierce one at that.
"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" he glared at Tang Feng hatefully.
Tang Feng faced his accusation with an expressionless face, "You're overthinking it, I can't be bothered to stoop to your level."
Even though he explained it as such, Ma Haoran was convinced Tang Feng had intentionally humiliated him and couldn't help but sneer continuously.
"Everyone saw it, do you still trust his judgment? This man, just to embarrass me, treats investment like a child's play. With his attitude, what does he know about investing? I suggest you all scatter, find a more reliable investor."
