Yan Xing was taken aback by his intimidating manner: "President Lu, why are you here?"
"Who restored the video for me? Tell me his true identity!"
"President Lu, I don't know his identity either. We've always only been in contact over the internet!"
Lu Lingche fiercely grabbed his collar and slammed him down onto the table: "Are you going to talk or not?!"
Yan Xing almost cried but lied without a hitch: "President Lu, I wouldn't dare lie to you. I truly don't know who the expert is. If I did, I would've taken him for my own company a long time ago!"
Lu Lingche gripped his throat and was just about to strangle him when he still refused to speak.
All of a sudden, he let go.
Yan Xing leaned on the table, gasping for breath as a large portion of his back became damp with sweat—scared senseless.
After who-knows-how-long, Lu Lingche finally spoke: "Why is there only one person left at your company's reception desk? Where's Qiao Yin?"
