Pei Zhiyao grabbed Zhang Huasheng by the collar.
Their arguing was just visible through the slats of the venetian blinds to people outside.
Several employees instantly stirred into a frenzy.
The noise reached Zhang Huasheng inside the office, startling him for quite a while.
"Hey, hey, look, could it be that President Zhang is going to get beaten up?"
"Look at Pei Zhiyao's expression; he doesn't look like he's going to let Zhang Huasheng off easily. Maybe they'll start fighting in a moment."
"So who do you think would win?"
Many employees joked and laughed, their ridicule and disdain for Zhang Huasheng becoming more apparent.
This naturally upset Zhang Huasheng inside the room.
The man frowned and glared at Pei Zhiyao, while casually grabbing Pei Zhiyao's wrist.
But the other was stronger and effortlessly shook him off.
"Don't move."
Zhang Huasheng gave a fervent smile, softening his attitude toward Pei Zhiyao a bit.
