At this moment, Qian Dayong, who was on guard duty, was dumbfounded. Was Young Master Xu someone he could stop?
In a situation like this, nobody else would dare, but Qian Dayong was different—stubborn and a bit of a tiger. His colleagues in the company had even given him a nickname, Qian Dahui.
Qian Dayong was incredibly conflicted at this moment. He was very satisfied with his job and cherished it greatly. With a monthly salary of four thousand yuan, plus comprehensive social insurance and housing fund, such compensation was definitely not found just anywhere.
There were several mouths at home waiting to be fed, and his child's milk powder money depended entirely on him. He didn't know what the consequences of stopping Young Master Xu would be, but he was clear about the consequences of getting fired.
"Damn it, only mothers with milk matter," Qian Dayong quickly weighed the pros and cons and, without saying another word, hurried into the lobby to catch up with Young Master Xu.
