The man's angry roar, like a grating broken string, disrupted the serene and elegant atmosphere of the office.
Cheng Jinyan paused his writing.
The secretary, wearing high heels, hurriedly chased in.
"I apologize, President Cheng, I'll call security right away..."
"No need." Cheng Jinyan waved his hand expressionlessly, "You can leave first."
The secretary looked worriedly at the furious middle-aged man, hesitated with her mouth open, but eventually followed instructions and left.
The office door closed again.
Without outsiders present, the middle-aged man's arrogance grew even more. He rushed to Cheng Jinyan's desk in a few strides, slamming his thick hand forcefully onto its surface.
"Cheng Jinyan, do you even see me as your third uncle!"
The man's strength was immense; with his slap, the coffee cup on the desk trembled hard.
Brown coffee splattered out, landing right on the adjacent document contracts.
