Cheng Yunzhi held back her temper, "Mr. Fan, let's continue discussing work…"
"Smack!"
Mr. Fan slammed the teacup he was holding onto the table.
"Playing the saint? Who doesn't know that your high position at Ruiming Capital comes from sleeping with clients! Or is it that my Dongyi's scale isn't big enough for you? That it's making you feel restricted… Fuck!"
Before he could finish, a cup of hot tea was splashed in his face.
Cheng Yunzhi threw the empty teacup aside, which shattered with a "crack".
She got up, took her bag, and turned to leave.
"Don't move! You bitch! Didn't you hear me tell you to stay put?"
Cheng Yunzhi didn't look back.
Mr. Fan finally wiped his face clean and stepped out of the private room, only to be stopped by a waiter, "Sir, you haven't settled the bill yet."
???
Mr. Fan took out his phone in a fit of anger, "How much?"
"The total is five hundred and thirty-six yuan, but you also broke a teacup, which you'll need to compensate for."
