Qiao Dongyang returned to the company, where Assistant Hou was waiting for him at the entrance, looking somewhat strange.
"What's wrong?" Qiao Dongyang glanced at him, hands in pockets, and strode inside, moving quickly.
Assistant Hou followed, "That is, Mr. Qiao, your father..."
Qiao Dongyang turned abruptly, startling Assistant Hou and interrupting his words.
"What about him?" Qiao Dongyang asked with a stern face. Assistant Hou swallowed, slowly raised his thumb towards him with a greasy smile, "...Mr. Qiao is handsome beyond measure, overwhelming in presence, and sharp in speech—so, I got scared and forgot."
Qiao Dongyang: "I'll give you two seconds to think, if you can't come up with anything, get lost by yourself!"
