A moment later, Niu Songran slowly raised his head again. There was no dissatisfaction on his face, only bitterness.
"I understand." Niu Songran's voice was very soft, as if he had used up all his strength. "Boss Ye, you can punish me however you want. I'll accept it."
"Even if you want me to get out of this company right now, I won't say anything," he added after a pause.
The hall was silent.
Everyone looked at Ye Feng.
Ye Feng stared at Niu Songran for a full ten seconds.
Then, he suddenly smiled.
It wasn't a cold laugh, nor was it a mocking one, it was a playful chuckle.
"Get out?" Ye Feng shook his head. " President Niu, you think too highly of yourself."
Niu Songran was stunned.
"If I really wanted you to scram, I wouldn't have let you appear here just now." Ye Feng took two steps forward and stopped in front of him. "Since you borrowed my knife to clean up the mess, then this knife -- "
He reached out and tapped Niu Songran's chest with his index finger.
