"Uncle... I... I was wrong, I won't dare again!"
At this moment, Chen Yufei could no longer care about workplace norms, he only hoped that Chen Tian would spare him considering that he was his grandson.
He clung tightly to Chen Tian's right leg, tears and snot streaming down his face.
Chen Tian looked at him with undisguised disgust on his face.
"Get lost, I don't have a grandson like you!"
Chen Tian kicked into Chen Yufei's chest, and the latter rolled over a meter away like a ball, a shoe print on his suit jacket glaringly conspicuous.
Chen Yufei lay on the ground, staring blankly at the conference room's ceiling light.
He deeply understood what kind of person Chen Tian was.
Even if the person kneeling here was the current Chairman, his son Chen Qiao, Chen Tian would still kick without hesitation.
