Wang Dajun's fate is of no concern to Lin Hai; a small punishment should gradually make him understand the principles of life. Even if he doesn't understand, at least he'll lay low for a while.
Looking at his female coworkers bustling around the office, their black stockings made a beautiful scene, very pleasing to the eye.
"Sigh, drinking tea, smoking cigarettes, watching the girls, life is pretty good. I need to cherish it." Lin Hai leaned back in his office chair, contentedly squinting his eyes.
Suddenly, his phone rang, disrupting this tranquility.
The caller ID showed Liu Qianhui's name.
"Hello? Miss Tycoon, are you looking for me to accompany you to buy BB cream again?" Lin Hai answered the phone with a smile, feeling a headache deep down and praying that the Little Witch wouldn't pester him.
"Lin Hai, help me, please help my father." Liu Qianhui's voice came through the phone, hurried and mixed with commotion and a cacophony of noise.
"What happened?"
