"So, can you give me a reasonable explanation?" Hao Jian repeated his question twice.
But the director still acted as if he hadn't heard, his face flushed red from anger, struggling to catch his breath. It was the first time in years someone dared to openly challenge his authority, and the worst part was he had nothing to say.
What was he supposed to say? What was he supposed to do?
Yan Chen's actions had escalated beyond a simple matter of personal credit; it had ventured into the realm of criminal law. If it were just a matter of personal credit and character, he might have been able to brush it off, not taking a small common citizen seriously, but now that it had escalated to this level, he couldn't contain it even if he wanted to.
The director shot Yan Chen an angry glare, then with a swish of his sleeve, he stormed out in anger.
Hao Jian said, "Sigh, Director, you need to give me justice!"
