100 Threatening Phone Calls

Around ten in the morning, after chatting with Yuan Yong in the security department for dozens of minutes, Wang Yu returned to Liu Jiayi's office and sat on the sofa, foolishly watching Liu Jiayi work.

Ever since he became Liu Jiayi's personal bodyguard, aside from sitting on the sofa all day blankly staring, he would run off to the security department to shoot the breeze with Yuan Yong. Beyond that, there were no other choices.

Such days made him feel incredibly bored. Therefore, he thought he should find something to do, even if it were just sweeping the floor, which would be better than sitting around here doing nothing.

Of course, sweeping the floor was just talk. If Liu Jiayi really asked him to sweep, he would throw the broom on the ground and run faster than a rabbit.