"Trash, all of you are trash. If you can't even handle such a small matter well, what's the use of me raising you?!"
On the top floor of the Wei Corporation's office building, the President's office echoed with a man's furious scolding. The staff outside knew their boss was genuinely enraged today, surprised by the contrast with his usual smiling demeanor.
Liu Su took a direct hit from a flying cup, causing an instant swelling on his head. The force behind the cup's throw was evident.
Holding his swollen forehead, Liu Su gazed at the ferocious man seated behind the desk. The man continued to berate the employees for their incompetence.
