Lu Jinghan applied pressure with his hand, causing Lu Jingchen to wince in pain, a line forming between his brows: "Brother, you've misunderstood. Your assistant was the one who spoke rudely to me first, so I intended to teach him a lesson."
"This level of the executive office is indeed not where you should be. Your place is downstairs, so you'd best behave yourself."
Lu Jinghan's voice was sharp, carrying a heavy warning. He released his grip, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and turned his head to Assistant Zhang: "Take him downstairs."
"Okay, President Lu." Assistant Zhang nodded.
Lu Jingchen nursed his nearly fractured wrist in pain, holding back the fury clashing within him, and got into the elevator.
In the elevator, Assistant Zhang pressed the button for the floor, and the red numbers started to change.
Lu Jingchen's face was dark with malice, his voice sinister: "You better watch out, especially when you're walking at night."
"I will."
