Qin Yufeng's doubts

With each passing second, the manager sweated profusely. He could hear the phone ringing on the other side but his boss wasn't picking up. Coincidently, he could also feel Mr. Qin's dark, angry eyes on him. He was paralyzed to the spot, the menacing aura holding him in a tightening grip.

He gulped slightly and dialed the number again. Thankfully, to his luck, his boss picked up the call.

"Hello, Wu Chen. What is it?" Yin Zhong asked. 

Hearing his boss's voice, the manager sighed in relief. "H-hello... Boss... Ummm...."

"Wu Chen, is everything alright? Did Mr. Qin leave?" Yin Zhong inquired. 

The manager opened his mouth to reply, however, before he could do so, Qin Yufeng snatched the phone from his hand and took over. By speaking so slowly, the manager was already testing his patience. "Yin Zhong," he spoke in a menacing tone, "Which idiot told you to delete yesterday's and today's footage?"