The office was silent.
No one spoke or moved.
They just coldly watched as Lin Yifan walked into the office with hands folded.
Sitting down heavily on the soft sofa, he looked at the person seated in the boss's chair.
"You're Shiyao's second uncle, Li Fengchun?"
This guy, who was seven parts similar to Li Fengnian, should be the culprit.
Lin Yifan's tone was anything but polite.
"Young man, you have no right to talk to me like this."
Li Fengchun exhaled a puff of cigar smoke and flicked the ash.
Sitting there calmly, he completely disregarded Lin Yifan.
"If it weren't for Shiyao's sake, I wouldn't be talking to you, but directly breaking your legs."
Lin Yifan ignored Hei Hu beside him, just coldly stared at the other party.
"Then you should know, if it weren't for Shiyao, you'd already be lying in a coffin."
Li Fengchun placed the cigar on the ashtray and slowly sat up straight.
With hands crossed, he leaned on the boss desk.
