"Ah?" Jin Taixiang trembled all over, "President, what's wrong with him?"
"What's wrong?! Jin—Tai—Xiang, you deserve to die!!!"
"That fifty million order, I made you deliver it just to please Ye Huan!!!"
"If you don't sign this deal today, if you don't get his forgiveness, I'll have your life!!!"
"I'll chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs!!!"
As the scolding ended, the sound of smashing and crashing came from the other end of the phone.
The call was disconnected.
Jin Taixiang stood dumbfounded at the entrance of Tianyun International.
His palms were already sweaty, and the phone slipped from his hand to the ground without him realizing it.
Seconds later, he cried out loudly, "Waaah," in terror and dashed back to the elevator...
...
Tianyun International, Sales Department floor.
"..."
A moment of silence.
"Gulp."
Zhao Zhenhai's face turned ashen, and he swallowed hard.
