Bang!
The tea set in the office crashed to the floor, its pieces scattered every which way.
Zheng Xiyuan widened his eyes at the furiously angry Qiao Dongyang, "Qiao?"
Having known him for so long, he had never seen Qiao Dongyang this mad. Qiao Dongyang wasn't a particularly patient man, but even when he was handling the disobedient, he only took care of them in an underhanded way, calmly and collectedly. This kind of thunderous rage was a first.
He was a bit confused, "What, what on earth is going on?"
"Bang!"
Another loud noise.
The tea set smashed right by Zheng Xiyuan's feet, scaring him into jumping.
"Look, Qiao, there's no need for this, really. Isn't it just that your darling Yue lost the competition? You are the boss of 'Starwalker', aren't you? Isn't it just a word from you? If you say she's in, who would dare keep her out? Right?"
Qiao Dongyang stared at him coldly, his gaze filled with murderous intent.
