Clearly, the person on the other end of the phone was not someone he could afford to offend.
After Huo Qiuguang's repeated assurances, the call finally ended after a long and torturous two minutes.
The sound of the end of the call came from the phone. Only then did Huo Qiuguang slowly open it and stare at the screen that had already returned to the initial interface.
The originally fawning expression on his face became tense because of this. He gritted his teeth and increased his strength. Clearly, he couldn't control the surging anger in his heart.
"Damn it!"
He suddenly threw the phone away.
The originally beautiful cell phone fell to the ground so hard that the screen without any buffer instantly shattered. Then, it slid for a distance and lay there quietly. Huo Ya, who had just pushed open the office door, saw it and immediately felt a little pitiful.
