Slap!
A dull sound of a slap echoed.
Qian Yimin's documents forcefully struck Song Wenhao's face.
Song Wenhao instantly saw stars and his ears went deaf as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Qian Yimin's face twisted with ferocity as he yelled at Song Wenhao, "You useless trash, can't even make a bit of money when asked; what do I need you for?"
"You're fired, get the hell out of here now."
Song Wenhao, seeing stars and deaf, couldn't hear a word Qian Yimin was saying.
Seeing Song Wenhao still standing there without moving, Qian Yimin cursed again, "What the fuck are you still doing here? Get the hell out!"
"Want to get hit again, is that it?"
As Qian Yimin spoke, he once more raised the thick stack of documents in his hand and swung them toward Song Wenhao's face.
Chu Yang frowned tightly; Qian Yimin was going too far and treated Song Wenhao like an animal.
"Hmph!"
