What infuriated him even more was that the heartless young woman had been pretending not to know him, not to see him. This cold disregard, this indifference, was more unbearable than having one's flesh cut by a blunt knife.
"Write it down," Zhou Hengguang suddenly said.
"What?" Ji Fang was utterly confused by his sudden command and hadn't heard the question clearly. "Write down what?"
Zhou Hengguang's smile was cold and obsessive as he pointed to the men in the room who were staring at Su Qing, naming each one. "Write them all down; I want to gouge out their eyeballs."
Ji Fang was so frightened he almost lost his soul.
Because he knew the Deputy Director never joked; sometimes, even what seemed like a joke was serious to him.
"Deputy Director...this, this is illegal."
"If I tell you to write it down, you write it down."
"Yes, I'm writing it down," Ji Fang immediately took out a notebook from his pocket and started taking notes.