The phone receiver was clicked back onto the black bakelite desk phone by the guard.
This crisp collision sound became the final straw that broke the Qin family's back.
Director Sun picked up the chipped enamel mug on the desk and heavily banged it onto the old newspapers spread across the tabletop. Tea splashed out, soaking the bold typeface on the newspapers.
"Did you all hear clearly?" Director Sun looked down at the three people sprawled on the ground, his finger tapping the desk, "Lazy, sneaky, coming to the Military District compound to impersonate military family members, swagging and cheating! You're destroying military-civilian relations and tarnishing the reputation of the troops under the red flag!"
Qin Jian Country was shaking all over, his lips trembled, unable to utter a word. Wang Guixiang covered her face, not daring to even wail loudly, her shoulders jerking violently.
