"You... are you Ye Feng?" The fat man trembled slightly, staring at Ye Feng in horror!
"What do you think?" Ye Feng smiled faintly, stood up, and slowly walked towards the fat man. He leaned slightly forward, looking at him with a hint of mockery: "What did you just say?
Why don't you repeat it for me?"
"I... I..." The fat man's legs trembled uncontrollably, and due to his nervousness, beads of cold sweat continuously seeped from his forehead!
Finally, unable to withstand the terrifying pressure, the fat man's knees went weak, and he fell from the chair, kneeling with a thud!
Kneeling on the ground, the fat man cried out, "Boss, I was wrong!"
The fat man's voice was filled with misery!
Upon hearing those familiar words, the corner of Ye Feng's mouth twitched. How come this sounded just like Wang Da Pang, that dead fat man's voice?
Seeing the fat man trembling on his knees, none of Wang Da Pang's colleagues mocked him!
