Dahai had thought it was just an ordinary employee from Wu Qiangwei's company coming to deliver some documents.
But judging by the aura the man exuded, he was certainly at least a general manager-level executive.
Confronted with his highly oppressive gaze and his interrogative tone, Dahai's mind was racing, and he immediately had an idea.
He furrowed his brows and immediately cursed, "What the fuck are you talking about?"
The man was startled by the swearing, clearly not expecting to be cursed at directly.
"I fucking came up from the underground parking lot, shit! Who the fuck do you think you are?"
As Dahai cursed, he took out his phone and dialed Wu Qiangwei's number: "Spreading rumors about Director Wu, you've got some fucking guts."
"Who the hell do you think you are to question Director Wu's private life? Wait until I tell her what happened, and then you can explain to her why you're spreading malicious rumors."
