"Ye Huan, what are you doing!"
Zhao Yongle angrily grabbed Ye Huan by the collar: "Without Old Li, our new product at Tianyun International is finished!"
"How many times do I have to tell you? I said, I can solve the formula problem." Ye Huan pinched his nose, looking disgusted, "And, Team Leader Zhao, why do you smell like pig manure, can you keep your distance?"
With that, Ye Huan raised his hand.
"Slap!"
The sound of a slap rang out, and Zhao Yongle fell straight to the ground.
"You... you!" Zhao Yongle covered his cheek, his face dark.
He recalled last night's events once again.
Last night, he was sabotaged by Wang Biao, not only failing to get Zhang Huimin, but also... unspeakable with that seven-hundred-pound sow!
His body was full of a stench.
Because of this, Zhao Yongle bathed for five hours, used ten bottles of shower gel, only to barely get rid of the smell.
Could it be that he hadn't washed it all off, but just got used to the smell?
