"What are you doing?" Zhao Dongliang was so frightened that he shuddered.
"What do you think?" Song Xiaodong stared at Zhao Dongliang with a cold gaze.
Zhao Dongliang shook his head and then stood up with a slam on the office desk, shouting, "I don't care what you want to do, this is my office, and you are not welcome here. Get out now!"
Zhao Dongliang was trying to treat Song Xiaodong with his own medicine. The last time Song Xiaodong had thrown him out of the office, even if he didn't have the ability to do the same, surely he could still drive Song Xiaodong away, right?
Song Xiaodong walked step by step towards Zhao Dongliang and said in a deep voice, "Kid, I warned you last time not to mess with me, yet you still brought some punks to hit me."
