Jing Anjun cautiously backed out from the ancestral hall of his home. When he turned around and stepped out the door, the expression on his face suddenly changed.
"You little brat, how dare you deceive me!"
If at this moment he still couldn't see that Mu Yunchu deliberately set him up, then all these years he's been in vain.
Walking to the living room, his secretary was silently standing by the sofa waiting.
Jing Anjun glanced at him, his gaze unclear.
Then Jing Anjun directly went up and slapped him.
The secretary just lowered his head even further.
As if he was long accustomed to it.
Jing Anjun moved his neck, seemingly unsatisfied, he grabbed a golf club from the side and mercilessly hit the secretary over and over again.
Only after the club broke did he finally lean against the sofa with a sense of relief and took deep breaths.
The first thing he said: "Go get ten thousand from finance later."
The secretary: "..."
