Ignoring Zhang Long's provocation, Ye Fan chose to disregard it. The more you pay attention to someone like Zhang Long, the more energized he becomes, the type who doesn't appreciate favors.
"President Ellor, you didn't rest well last night. You should go back to the office and rest. There's no need to bother with scum like Zhang Long," Ye Fan advised.
Ellor nodded, patted Ye Fan's shoulder encouragingly, and said, "Work is important, but health is more important." Then, she returned to her office.
Just then, the glass door to the office lobby was kicked open, spiderweb-like cracks spreading across it, small shattered pieces densely packed, as though it might collapse at any moment. The leader was a thirty-something-year-old Baldy with a long scar on his left face, looking fierce. Four young punks trailed behind him, with a too-cool-for-school attitude plastered on their faces.
