In the office, everyone turned their attention to the two figures, eagerly anticipating the drama that was about to unfold.
"Can't believe how thick-skinned you are. Looks like I've been wasting my breath for over an hour, huh?"
Xie Zhifu clenched the thermos in his hand—this guy was shameless.
"How do you know I was scolding you? Maybe I was praising you."
Lin Fan crossed his legs and sneered, "You'd better not mess with me, or the director might have to invite me over for a sit-down. If that happens, I won't come out for less than three hours, and we'll see who really suffers!"
"You…"
Xie Zhifu, face flushed with anger, pointed at Lin Fan. Although he didn't grasp the hidden meaning in his words, he felt a sense of inexplicable humiliation. Just as he was about to explode, Qu Liping's cough echoed from the doorway.
