"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The door was knocked hard twice, not like a request but more like a notification.
True to form, no sooner had the sound settled than a portly fat man squeezed his waist through and entered.
He looked like an inflated ball, his face pitted with swollen red pimples and surrounded by wafts of smoke.
Before he even got close, the sharp stench of cigarettes hit the nose.
Yueqing instinctively covered her nose and mouth.
This action only further infuriated the newcor!
He didn’t lash out at Yueqing, but turned to Ouyang Long with a sneer, "Aren’t you always the one to follow the company’s rules to the letter? What’s this? Have you started to hide a mistress in the golden house like others?"
Ouyang Long furrowed his brow, "Feng Long, mind your language! Miss Yan, she is—"
"I don’t care who she is! She hit my daughter, and she’s going to pay a price!"
Feng Long? Feng Hong’s father?
"Who could it be? I just felt in the parking lot that Miss Feng was extrely well-mannered. Never expected that like father, like daughter, with such a deep family education..."
Feng Long stuck his nose in the air, unbearably arrogant, "You’d better acknowledge it!"
He didn’t catch the sarcasm in her words?
Yueqing couldn’t help but laugh silently... The father and daughter were indeed foolish to the core!
Seeing the disdain in her eyes, Feng Long snapped, "Woman, look in the eye!"
How uncouth...
Yueqing held her forehead, almost nauseated by the deity’s rustic speech...
"Let ask you, did you just lay hands on my daughter in the garage? And you even dared to co up here acting all high and mighty? Don’t you know who Xingyue belongs to?!"
Ouyang Long stood up, "Feng Long, don’t go too far! It was your daughter who provoked Miss Yan first! She wanted to co up here and hit Miss Yan on purpose, but ended up falling because she was no match! How can you not distinguish right from wrong!"
After saying that, he imdiately regretted it.
Feng Long had always been one to misjudge situations, valuing relations over reason.
In Xingyue, he was the second-largest shareholder after President Jiang, who spent most of his ti abroad and rarely sent word, so it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Feng Long had his hand on the pulse of Xingyue...
He had been domineering for many years; how could he easily back down?
"My daughter coming up to hit her was a blessing for her! But she dared to knock my daughter to the ground; she disrespected , Feng Long! Therefore—"
Yueqing laughed softly and scornfully.
"And you are...? Why should I show you any respect?"
Feng Long, with nostrils flared, said, "In Xingyue, my word is law! No matter what kind of cooperation you ca here to talk about today, unless you go imdiately and kowtow to apologize to my daughter, forget about achieving success!"
Yueqing understood, a strange light flashing in her eyes.
If Teacher Jiang were here, he would surely realize—the little fox had begun to plot.
"So... you think I ca here on my own initiative to seek cooperation with Xingyue?"
"Of course!" Feng Long sneered coldly, "Xingyue has been a leader in the entertainnt industry for over a decade. Now, with many artists under its wing, each with impressive achievents, you’re here because you want—"
"No, I don’t." Yueqing quietly interrupted him, "However, I have seriously considered what you just ntioned."
"What?" Feng Long failed to comprehend her aning.
"The thing about personally apologizing to your daughter..." Yueqing said with a sly smile, "Since I’m new here and unfamiliar with the place, why not bring her over? I’ll be sure to apologize sincerely and proactively!"
Feng Long felt she was conceding too quickly, and couldn’t help but agree sowhat, "You do know what’s best for you. I’ll go call Hong Hong right away!"
With that, he turned and left, soon returning with the garishly dressed Feng Hong.
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