Even someone as strong as Cheng Daqi has weaknesses.
Yes, nobody is omniscient and omnipotent; people in reality always have weaknesses.
"If a tiger is approaching, would you not run away and instead choose to fight it?"
CEO Cheng lit a cigarette and tried to offer one to Xiao Cheng.
Sister, that's enough, don't torment me, I shouldn't have bared my heart and talked so much with you.
You're trying to shut me up, huh?
Zhao Hongjin slapped away CEO Cheng's hand and replied to him earnestly.
"We have to analyze specific issues specifically. First, tell me what breed the tiger is, how much it weighs, and besides that, whether I have a weapon in my hand.
If it's a small Sumatran tiger, weighing only one hundred kilograms, and I have a handy weapon, then I might indeed choose to fight it."
Xiao Cheng understood humor well; CEO Cheng was amused by her.
"You're talking about fighting a tiger when you can't even beat a wild pig."
