Zheng Pengfei had passed out, but how could the matter end just like that? Fang Yi still had many tricks up his sleeve.
Fang Yi switched on the lights in the finance room, then splashed water on Zheng Pengfei to wake him up.
When Zheng Pengfei opened his eyes and saw Fang Yi clearly, he became furiously angry and instantly tried to get up from the ground, but Fang Yi pinned him down with a four-legged chair.
No matter how loudly Zheng Pengfei yelled, Fang Yi remained unmoved.
"Let me go! You jerk!"
"Fang Yi, I'll never let this go!"
Filthy words burst from Zheng Pengfei's mouth one after another, but Fang Yi turned a deaf ear to them.
It was not until Zheng Pengfei was panting that Fang Yi, with a smile on his face, said, "Tired of cursing, eh?"
"Cough, cough... Puh!"
Zheng Pengfei spat out blood. It was unclear whether it was due to anger or from Fang Yi hitting him earlier, but judging by his appearance, it was likely from anger.
