"Bro, please don't do this. You'll regret it later," Li Zhijun shouted loudly.
But then came the sound of a slamming door, and Li Zhenting had firmly locked the office door.
Li Zhijun was escorted outside by the two security guards and unceremoniously dumped in the square as if he were a lost chick.
"You bastard, Li Zhenting, if something happens to your son, don't blame me," Li Zhijun muttered, rubbing his sore buttocks as he got up and left.
As Shen Ning sat anxiously in the car, she saw Li Zhijun climb in looking disheveled, and her heart sank.
"That Li Zhenting is too arrogant. This guy will eventually be exposed and regret it to death," he cursed through gritted teeth as he sat in the driver's seat.
A faint smile tinged with sadness curled at the corner of Shen Ning's lips.