Wei Yan stormed through the airport, with visitors and staff alike giving him a wide berth at the thunderous look on his face. Those that were brave enough to wrinkle their noses at the smell of sheep dung radiating off his body were given an angry middle finger.
He walked through the glass doors of the airport. He took in a deep breath - the morning air was supposed to be calming, but all he felt was anger and confusion. He tugged his hair painfully.
Fuck! Now Sun Jingwei had fired him with no severance pay, how was he supposed to make his way back home with no money and no phone? He was such a bastard!
Captain Mu wasn't much better, he had taken back Wei Yan's work handphone, claiming it was a company expense. Wei Yan had his own personal phone, but it was still sitting prettily at home. Why would he bring it along on a work trip?