"If you have the guts, take off your pants and let everyone see if you're really wearing red underwear? If you are, it proves that my fortune-telling is accurate. If not, then let's settle this with our fists," Chen Hao said seriously.
The people behind him showed strange expressions on their faces, yet none of them dared to breathe loudly.
They had never seen anyone dare to speak like this in front of the boss before!
The middle-aged man, being experienced, quickly regained his composure and sneered, "And what if you're just guessing?"
"Oh, from what you're saying, did I guess correctly?" Chen Hao immediately clicked his tongue and said, "I didn't expect that after the most important leg of yours was broken, your tastes would change too. You actually like red underwear; how very… quaint."
"You—!" The middle-aged man was about to get angry but suddenly stopped himself.