The atmosphere in the director's office was about to explode. Ye Chenfeng, who sat on the sofa, leisurely sipped his tea. His fingers repeatedly tapped on the wooden tea table, producing a continuous, dull sound. His expression showed no changes, as if the situation unfolding before him had nothing to do with him.
After about half a minute of silence, no one spoke. Since the Lis showed no respect, Zhu Maode had no reason to be courteous anymore. For the sake of his future career, he would definitely side with Ye Chenfeng. His chubby face turned redder and redder until, at a certain point, he suddenly bellowed, "Li Tangming, what are the Lis worth? I, Zhu Maode, don't even care about them!"
Li Tangming's heart was also thumping. After all, Zhu Maode was a district police chief. Although the Lis could pay to find connections, that wasn't an overnight matter. So if they could avoid falling out with Zhu Maode, they'd rather keep the peace.
