With a clatter, Xia Jianren felt as if his bones were about to break as he hit the ground, frowning and groaning in pain.
Fang Yuemei, who hadn't yet recovered from the shock of what had just happened, heard his pitiful scream and immediately widened her eyes, rushing over hurriedly to help him up with tears streaming down her face, "Jianren, how are you? Are you hurt?"
"I'm fine," Xia Jianren, withstanding the pain all over his body, waved her off and, with her help, struggled to his feet from the ground.
At this moment, humiliation from the others pained him more than the physical hurt did, a torment that flayed and gnawed at him alive.
Now, trailing behind Zheng, pushed around by his underlings, Xia Jianren couldn't help but clench his fists tight, the veins on his hands bulging.
After all, he was a boss—never before had he been humiliated like this!
