When Wang Hai heard Chen Xin's shout and rushed into the conference room, what he saw was Chen Xin sitting on a chair rubbing his neck, Qin Lan crouched beside him with a worried look checking on him, and Azhu on the floor with half of his face smashed, bleeding profusely, swollen like a pig's head.
"What happened?" Wang Hai hastily ordered his men to control Azhu on the ground while also sending someone to call the team's medics, approaching Chen Xin and asking him.
"I don't know either, he's a worker who came to report work today. After the meeting he said he had questions to consult, but suddenly he rushed up and strangled my neck. If Alan hadn't come in and subdued him, I'm afraid he would've strangled me to death." Chen Xin explained to Wang Hai intermittently while rubbing his neck, truly thinking he was going to die just now.
"Stop talking, where's the doctor? Get a doctor here to check on A Xin quickly!" Qin Lan stopped Chen Xin from continuing, shouting at Wang Hai.
