Zhang Xiaomeng's eyes rolled, and he began to speak:
"Originally, the evil spirit on Boss Wang's body would have dissipated in a few days by itself. It was because you, Director Zhao, have some unclean things on you that caused his symptoms to suddenly appear."
"What, how could this happen?"
Hearing this, Director Zhao was suddenly struck with a shiver.
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The bald Director beside him stepped back several steps, hastily distancing himself from Zhao.
Wang Dafa also looked at Director Zhao with a face full of disgust.
Director Zhao's face turned somewhat pale, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead as he hastily looked at Zhang Xiaomeng and asked:
"Xiaomeng—no, Mr. Zhang, what's wrong with me exactly?"
Zhang Xiaomeng had no idea what was wrong with him, but just looking at his bulging body and the over-indulgent look on his face, he knew he was no good.
So, Zhang Xiaomeng's face darkened, and he said coldly:
"Aren't you aware of what you've done?"
