The middle-aged man glanced at Chen Fan and asked, "Who did you just call?"
Chen Fan scoffed, "You'll find out soon enough."
Zheng Siqi felt a strong sense of unease welling in her heart.
Song Qian blinked her large eyes at Chen Fan, an astonishing guess suddenly forming in her mind.
Before long, Lu Jinyuan hurried to the HR department and pushed open the office door.
Seeing Lu Jinyuan arrive, the middle-aged man instantly stood up, "Director Lu, what brings you here? Aren't you preparing for the big boss's welcome party?"
Lu Jinyuan glanced at the middle-aged man and went straight to Chen Fan, respectfully asking, "Mr. Chen, what happened?"
Chen Fan recounted what had just occurred.
Lu Jinyuan looked horrified, his forehead covered in cold sweat. He walked over to the middle-aged man, lifted his hand, and slapped him across the face, "You idiot, daring to blackmail Mr. Chen's friend using your position—do you have a death wish?"
