"Ah, Mr. Wang, I'm so sorry."
Zhang Yue hurriedly tried to stand up, but her legs seemed to have no strength.
She attempted several times, but each time she managed to stand up a little, she sat back down again.
This repeated hesitation stirred up his anger.
Zhang Yue also realized something was pressing against her, making her whole body go weak, truly unable to exert any strength.
She naturally knew what it was, and her face turned as red as a ripe apple in an instant.
Wang Dahai took a deep breath, grabbed her waist, and lifted her off him.
"Are you alright?"
"No, no problem."
Zhang Yue, with her face flushed red, looked down, not daring to look at him, and said softly, "I just felt dizzy all of a sudden and lost my balance, sorry."
"It's fine, you'd better go out."
"Yeah."
Zhang Yue, as if fleeing, left with small quick steps.
After a while, Wang Dahai's anger subsided.
He walked out of his office and went straight into Wu Qiangwei's office, pushing the door open.
