"Yes, Mr. Zhang!" Li Xiaolu responded respectfully.
Then he raised his hand and rudely slapped across the face of the woman with the pockmarked face, under her angry gaze.
Slap slap slap...
The crisp sound of slapping echoed immediately.
Five minutes later.
"Throw them all out!" Li Xiaolu commanded coldly.
Immediately, a group of security guards roughly dragged them out.
"Mr. Zhang, here's your coffee!" Wen Xiaoya said with a smile.
She respectfully placed a freshly brewed cup of coffee in front of Zhang Xiaohao.
"Thank you!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
He picked up the coffee and began drinking it.
A little while later, Li Xiaolu returned with a group of people.
Standing in front of Zhang Xiaohao, Li Xiaolu looked like he wanted to speak but hesitated, as if he didn't dare to voice his thoughts.
"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't hold it in, or you'll end up with problems!" Zhang Xiaohao said irritably.
