The words were spoken so plainly, how could the director possibly not understand Yin Tian's meaning?
Suddenly, the director turned his head and looked toward Mr. Fan.
Mr. Fan, in turn, swallowed hard, his face growing even paler.
"Wang... Wang, I... I just meant that Wang finds it unfair... you..."
As Mr. Fan struggled to explain, the director had already grabbed a wine bottle from the table and viciously hurled it at him.
Mr. Fan didn't have time to react before the bottle was already in front of his face.
Bang!
Crash!
The bottle smashed heavily against Mr. Fan's face with a thud, then instantly shattered, spraying glass fragments all over the floor.
"Aah!!"
Mr. Fan covered his face, emitting a series of wails.
Blood seeped from between his fingers, trickling down.
"Fan Mingjian!"
The director pointed at Mr. Fan, bellowing furiously, "If I find out you've had any contact with my family again, I'll flay your skin!"
