Zhao Shanhe entered Dongfang Sansan's office, closed the door, set up a soundproof barrier, and began to cry.
"I can't go on living... How can I still have the face to lead the Southeast Headquarters..."
Dongfang Sansan frowned, "What happened? Who did this?"
"It was that Shen Zhixuan... here's what happened..."
Zhao Shanhe recounted the events with a mournful expression, "...I'm so wronged..."
Dongfang Sansan's face suddenly turned very ugly.
His eyes fell on Zhao Shanhe like a sword's edge, cold and indifferent, without uttering a word.
Zhao Shanhe felt a chill all over, too scared to continue crying.
His legs inexplicably started trembling.
"You're feeling wronged?"
Dongfang Sansan frowned and coldly looked at him, "How wronged? More than those fallen brothers?"
Zhao Shanhe immediately stood at attention.
Because he realized, Dongfang Sansan was genuinely angry this time.
And it was anger towards him!
"You're feeling wronged, so you come to me to complain?"
