"The wife is furious, what should I do?"
Han Luoli leaned on the office desk with one hand and casually draped his legs to one side, his movements both languid and informal.
His long, pale index finger tapped against his temple, rhythmically pulsing as his slightly narrowed eyes held back his irritation.
Instead of spending the weekend at home with his wife, he'd come to work overtime, a situation born of sheer necessity.
What if Xiao Er followed through on her threat to divorce him? How would he handle that?
Guided by the principle that if he couldn't feel good, neither could his subordinates, Han Luoli summoned Wei Feng with an internal call.
Wei Feng quickly entered after knocking, immediately noticing that the CEO was in a bad mood today.
And—
What happened to the CEO's neck?
Blinking, Wei Feng focused on the two red marks and felt a shiver of shock.
The CEO had been a victim of domestic abuse!
Oh my, why did he feel like laughing...?
