Di'ao Group.
"Ding," the elevator doors slowly opened, and Leng Youchen emerged from the elevator. All the executive office staff stopped and looked toward him. The president seemed to be in a good mood today; it appeared that his trip to Southern City went very smoothly.
Leng Youchen walked past the gazes of the people, just as he entered his office, the door was violently pushed open and went "Bang" as it hit the wall and bounced back.
He turned to see Leng Yanbo storming in, his brows and eyes instantly filled with hostility.
Leng Yanbo marched to the desk, placed his hands on it, and leaned forward dominantly, gazing down at Leng Youchen with a face that was becoming somewhat contorted, "What did you do to Anjing?"
Leng Youchen narrowed his eyes, and his elegant face grew stern, "She's my wife. Whatever I do to her is within my rights. I wonder what position you believe you're in to question me?"
