"Dad, no. Mr. Lu... This is what happened."
A week later, Yu Xiao specifically flew to the city where Netcom Headquarters were located and started his lament, tearfully denouncing the top player for inflicting a devastating blow to the ecological chain of their B Factory.
He might not have exaggerated the story, but it certainly added fuel to the fire.
After pouring out his grievances, he had thought he could at least arouse some sympathy from Lu Long, the general manager of operations.
But Lu Long, seemingly gentlemanly behind his gold-rimmed glasses, had been looking at a thick psychological novel, "Influence," the whole time, never even bothering to lift his head.
It was as if the chirping before him was just a sparrow outside the window, which would disappear if he ignored it for a moment.
"Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu?" Yu Xiao called out several times more.
