Somehow, the young man walked up to Allen Peterson and grabbed his collar.
"Oh, you don't take my words seriously. I really don't know how the Smith Group educated you employees. It's really not a big deal. I'll ask Ava Smith to drive you later."
There was arrogance and confidence in his words.
At this time, Allen Peterson didn't want to leave. He wanted to know where the young man in front of him got the courage to make sure that Ava Smith would drive him?
"Oh, really? Then I'll stay here and have a look. I'd like to see how Ava Smith drives me."
As he spoke, Allen Peterson put the broom aside and directly sat on the sofa.
"Well, you have a good temper. I'd like to see how long you can be tough."
The young man snorted and sat on the sofa on the other side, waiting for the arrival of "Ava Smith".
Not long after, the door of the reception room was pushed open and a middle-aged man in suit came in.
he said to Allen Peterson, "Hello, you must be Mr.Fan. This is..."