The Grandson of a Veteran Executive at the Company

 What the hell, this is my desk, why should I move to somewhere else? It really pissed off Qingfeng Li that someone took his desk even though he had just been away for over a week. What a reckless man.

"I mean, is your brain damaged? Did you just have your brain eaten?" Qingfeng Li confronted Yong Huang, anger creeping in his voice.

"Having my brain eaten, what is that supposed to mean?" Yong Huang asked, feeling frustrated. He didn't understand why taking up the desk had anything to do with his brain being eaten.

Qingfeng Li shrugged, he could tell this young man was just a dumbass. He had to explain to the young man since he had no idea what was going on.

"I mean that you are retarded because your brain was eaten. Isn't it retarded of you to tell me to move somewhere else when my desk is here?" Qingfeng Li gave him a cold smile.