Wu Lingdong's nose was practically crooked with rage. Has this guy gone mad? What kind of nonsense is he spouting?
"You're sick, you should go to the hospital. There's something wrong with your brain. Do you find it amusing to joke like this?" Wu Lingdong thought that the guy in front of him was the most despicable and annoying person he had ever met, to actually play such childish tricks.
Yang Fan, touching his chin and leaning back in his chair, looked at Wu Lingdong with a mocking expression: "I'm not sick, you're the one who's sick." After saying that, he looked towards Zhao Tianming, who stood there as if petrified: "Ask your boss, no, I should say, ask Zhao Tianming."
Only then did Wu Lingdong notice Zhao Tianming, sitting on the sofa and nearly stiff as a board. "Boss Zhao, Brother Zhao, what's wrong with you?" Wu Lingdong walked over and sat next to him, calling out continuously.
