Threaten

Leng Xiaoyao didn't look at Leng Yecheng, but faced Zhang Guanglin. "You can leave, and Fengshang won't ask you to stay. You can take away your clients and your designs, but if you dare leak any projects from Fengshang to the company you're going to work for and cause Fengshang to suffer a loss, I promise you can't bear the result…"

Saying that, Leng Xiaoyao picked up a glass from the table, then clenched it and broke it to pieces. "Do you hear me?"

Everyone was shocked by her movement. Staring at the broken glass in her hand, they were scared, but how did she know what Zhang Guanglin was going to do after he quit?

"Yaoyao, are you alright?" Leng Changyuan immediately checked whether Leng Xiaoyao was injured.

"Yaoyao, you…" Leng Yecheng also went to look at Leng Xiaoyao's hand.

"I'm fine," Leng Xiaoyao said, spreading out her palm. There was no wound.