Seeing this, Old Wang couldn't help but smack his lips. 'This Mr. Fang must be quite the character... but why does this number look so familiar?'
Lost in thought, he arrived at the office doorway.
"What are you all doing?! What's with all this racket?"
As he spoke, his gaze fell upon Zhao Yong, who was still sitting on the floor. His brows furrowed instantly.
Before he could even ask, Zhao Yong cried out from the floor:
"President Wang! President Wang, you see this, right? You have to stand up for me! This Fang Chenyi has been absent without leave for days. When I tried to punish him today, he actually kicked me! An employee with no sense of organization or discipline—what do we even need him for?! Not only should we fire him today, but we also have to make him pay for my medical bills. And Tang Ying, you hit me just now too!"
