The conference room of Yu Group was as chaotic as a vegetable market at the moment.

The employees were no longer interested in working. They stretched their necks to look at what was going on inside and whispered, "Oh my god, are you okay after a fight?"

"What? Mr. Qi beat Mr. Nan? Did he not want his life?"

"There is no way. This wave of layoffs by President Nan is really too harsh. The top management is directly changing their blood. Who can bear it? Isn't this just a chance to unite and rebel through this board of directors?"

"Is Nan Hui's life in danger? After all, she is a woman. How can a man do something to a woman?"

"Damn it! Security is coming!"

A group of black-clad bodyguards rushed up from the elevator. After Yu Zeyu waved, they immediately broke through the door and entered with overwhelming force.

Mr. Qi was quickly pushed to the ground, with his face on the ground, still shouting at the top of his lungs, "Nan Song, if you want to remove me from my post, there is no way! Unless the sun comes out in the west!"

Nan Song took out a few paper towels and wiped the water stains on his body. His face was calm, cold and indifferent.

There were also a lot of water drops on the ends of her hair, her makeup was wet, and there was a red patch on her forehead with bruises, which was caused by the glass.

It is particularly obvious on fair skin.

Yu Jiahang felt hurt when he saw it, and he glared angrily at Qi Xiangyang on the ground.

Nan Song, on the other hand, acted as if nothing was wrong, his face expressionless, he slowly wiped the water from his neck, stroked his hair twice, his eyes full of disgust.

The water was clean, but after Qi Xiangyang drank it, it immediately became dirty.

Security guards quickly surrounded the conference room, and the directors were also pinned down on their seats. They all had different expressions and dared not speak out.

They were indeed full of anger. They came today to settle accounts with Nan Song, but they didn't expect Qi Xiangyang to act directly on impulse, which suddenly made the situation passive.

After Nan Song finished wiping, he threw the paper ball in his hand into the trash can and looked coldly at Qi Xiangyang who was lying on the ground.

The corners of his mouth were raised in a neither salty nor bland manner, and his tone was cool.

"I don't know if the sun will rise in the west tomorrow, but you probably...can't see the moon tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Song stood up, walked over, grabbed Qi Xiangyang's hair, and dragged him out. The pain made Qi Xiangyang scream, "Ahhhh..."

Listening to the loud cries and pleas for mercy outside, the directors present were sitting on pins and needles, their faces turned ashen.

Some wanted to go out and stop them, but as soon as they stood up, they were pushed back by the bodyguards.

After a while, Nan Song came back with blood on his hands. Everyone's pupils shrank in shock.

"Excuse me, I just stretched my muscles."

Yu Jiahang handed over the wet tissue with great discernment, and Nan Song took it, wiped his hands slowly, and applied a layer of hand cream very delicately in front of everyone.

After applying it evenly, she passed her hand under Yu Jiahang's nose, "Can you ask if there is still a smell of blood?"

Yu Jiahang cooperated and leaned over to smell it, "No more."

"..."

Listening to their seemingly ordinary conversation, the senior management and directors felt a chill behind their backs, coughed lightly against their lips, and exchanged looks.

Nan Song raised his head slightly, with a well-placed smile on his lips, "Then let's continue chatting?"

The air became silent for a moment.
Chapter completed!